In a lush green forest, surrounded by towering trees that stretched towards the sky, a sudden and eerie phenomenon occurred.
A black vortex materialized, its swirling edges churning with an otherworldly energy. The air around it seemed to ripple and distort, as if reality itself was being warped by its presence.
The vortex didn't linger, but in its brief existence, it exerted an irresistible force, pulling all matter towards it.
Trees, once steadfast and proud, now found themselves being drawn into the void, their trunks and branches stretching towards the swirling abyss like outstretched arms.
Malakai, still reeling from his previous ordeal, was spat out of the vortex with incredible force.
He hurtled through the air, his body a projectile, until he collided with a sturdy tree trunk.
The impact was tremendous, and the tree, unable to withstand the force, snapped in half, crashing to the ground in a shower of splintered wood and leaves.