Guts sped through the dimension at the speed of thought, trying to push away the sight of ridiculously large beasts lurking through the distance. Even Schierke's magics hadn't done this, yet. Then again, she was about ten, so she was probably an amateur wizard.
Guts looked down at the panel, thinking he could make these pauldrons fly faster. Experimentally, he tapped a button. Sparks and electricity flew from his body as a giant eye blinked open. Even from this distance, it was many times as wide as his body was long.

With a moan like a thousand cries of agony, a maw of jagged fangs engulfed Guts, swallowing him.

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Guts was falling, surrounded on all sides by a wall of muscle. A pit was closing in; Guts knew he has to slow his descent. Pulling out his sword, he thrust the blade into the side of the beast's esophagus, rapidly slowing him until he was near the bottom; as it dragged along, a torrent of greasy blackish red liquid spilled out in gallons, splattering everywhere. Pushing the wall, his bladed left the sheet of muscle, and he dropped onto the top of a long, yellow machine. It appeared to be hollow, and was carried by odd looking wheels. Guts dropped down and looked inside the carriage; its occupants had left some time ago, leaving behind only a few dull red stains. As he looked around, he saw this area was like a huge pit, crowded with boats and crafts, ones that appeared to be from different eras. All were rotted, as if they'd been there for some time. Guts resisted the urge to gag as a wet, pungent stench filled his nostrils.

"Oh, thank the Emperor! A human! Listen, you gotta help me!" a voice cried out. Looking behind him, a man in skull-decorated armor approached, bleeding as he stumbled from the wreckage of some leviathan craft.
"Listen, you gotta... gotta...." he moaned, stumbling and tripping into a green puddle. He began screaming in pain and flailing around, his skin turning red as chunks of flesh turned to paste and fell from his body. His face was only a skull with one eye partially melted as he reached a single, dissolving hand towards the black swordsman, then fell to the ground, as the man became silent. Forever.
Guts knelt by the body, examining it as it dissolved.
"Stomach, huh." he said, standing back up. Guts walked between crafts, and began to explore this new territory.