In the wake of the piercing shriek, the island itself seemed to come alive with a fierce, primordial energy.
The dense underbrush shook and trembled, the leaves and branches dancing in an unearthly, chaotic rhythm.
The trees, once silent and serene, were now in a frenzy, their trunks twisting and turning as if caught in the grip of a supernatural force, their branches snapping and creaking like the timbers of a ship caught in a violent storm.
Haze, his every sense on high alert, his heart racing, his muscles coiled and ready to spring into action, stood like a cornered animal, his gaze darting back and forth, searching for the source of the terrifying shriek.
The jungle, once so still and silent, now seemed alive with a raw, primal energy, as if the very air itself had been electrified by the sound.
