Void vs Flame

The Punto—or rather, the Whisker Oracle—suddenly jumped in front of them, its tiny paws patting the scorched earth as it stood between the Prominence Beam and the rest of the group.

Then, with a small growl, it opened its tiny mouth unnaturally wide and spat out a pitch-black orb the size of a pebble.

A heartbeat later, that tiny orb expanded violently, twisting into a swirling vortex of darkness. It spun faster and faster until it resembled a miniature black hole. And like void meeting fire, the Prominence Beam crashed into the anomaly—and vanished after.

The fire didn't explode or ricochet.

It was devoured.

The beam vanished inch by inch, as if sucked into a swirling tunnel that led to nowhere—a void with no end, no origin. Like a strand of burning silk pulled into the mouth of oblivion, the vortex consumed it hungrily, leaving behind only silence and smoke.