AriaOne year later

Okay, so, I have to wonder. Just why does this bird have full eggs in here? I just can’t figure it out.

Do birds swallow eggs whole? Or is it somehow incubating eggs in its own stomach?

I ponder over this pointlessly random detail as I float in the bird’s stomach acid, ignoring the fact that it’s kind of melting my skin without damaging my outfit at all. An outfit that I managed to purchase during the last year. One of many. This one being my favorite.

The outfit itself is kind of similar to the Atlantean uniform that I wore a while back in style. White and blue. With a bit of an aquatic feel to it. It also has pants with a jacket over a shirt for the exact outfit. And of course, with my red jewel in the collar.

Overall, a lot more comfortable than my original outfit. And it feels more me. Also actually fits me unlike the Atlantean uniform.

But putting aside my favorite outfit, I do wonder just how long it’ll take to build up enough death energy – which is what I later on found out was the crimson energy I let off when hurt – to blast my way out of this stomach.

From what I have learned over the past year, I seem to make more and more death energy with every time I get hurt. Every time something dies around me. And every time I burn soul energy.

Although I have absolutely no use for the death energy other than the death energy I emit when hurt.

I almost let out a yawn as I continue just floating in the stomach acid, letting the death energy grow more and more turbulent. But that would be disgusting. Because I’m in a stomach right now. And stomachs aren’t exactly filled with tasty treats.

Unless the stomach belongs to someone who just had tasty treats, but that’s beside the point.

It just wouldn’t be pleasant for some of the stuff or even the smell in here to get in my mouth.

Out of boredom, I open up my status. Possibly for the first time in months.

Name: Aria Crimson

Class: Harbinger of Death

Ability: True Immortality

Level: 15