The raw force created by the collapsing rifts started to swirl inward, apparently consuming everything in its path.
Once menacing, towering rifts now turned into whirling maelstroms of darkness dragging in the air, debris, the very light surrounding them.
Elara felt the vortex tugging at her, almost dragging her into the emptiness. The byproducts of the strong forces at work, sulfur and ozone permeated the air.
Declan tightened his hold on Elara's arm, his gaze racing over the scene searching for a path to safety.
Previously on the brink of tearing them apart, the hideous creature was now ensnared in the draw of the vortex.
Its great body battled against the power, its roars becoming more urgent as it was gradually pulled into the biggest gap.
"We must leave this place!" Declan yelled across the din of the rifts falling apart. His voice betrayed hurry and anxiety, a remarkable deviation from his usually cool manner.
