Damn Monkey: Disintegration

The monkey shaman growled in frustration as he saw Alex fleeing.

Clicking his teeth angrily, he darted forward to give chase.

But then—he stopped abruptly.

A strange, invisible force yanked him backward.

"What?!" the shaman hissed, his eyes widening as he twisted around to see the source.

Behind him, three swirling mini-black holes had appeared, their gravitational pull intensifying with every passing second. Objects around the forest floor—rocks, branches, leaves—were already being sucked into the vortexes.

The shaman gasped. "Impossible!"

He fought against the pull, his feet digging into the ground as he struggled to move away. His energy surged as he tried to stabilize himself, but the gravitational force suddenly surged, its strength growing exponentially.

Wind howled through the air as the black holes' pull became irresistible. Nearby trees bent and cracked, their roots tearing free from the soil before being swallowed whole.