I did not hesitate.
I pulled out the potion and drank it immediately, not wasting even a single drop of it.
The effect spread quickly, stabilizing the worst of the damage and allowing me to stay conscious and in control. It was not a full recovery, but it was enough.
That was all I needed.
I focused again on my surroundings.
The difference was obvious now. The steady digestive process had been disrupted. The acid no longer flowed evenly, and the walls no longer moved in a consistent pattern.
Instead, they twitched and spasmed unpredictably, as if the creature itself had lost control over its own body.
It was not dead. But it was no longer stable.
And that meant I could do it again.
I took another steady breath, ignoring the lingering pain, and raised my hand once more as the faint warmth of Flame Spark gathered at my fingertips.
The method was simple now.
Wait for the contraction. Use the air to gather the gas. Ignite it.
And repeat.
