Malakai was mere steps away from reaching the pedestal when the humanoid's chants began to warp and distort.
The words, once a steady and ominous rhythm, now sounded like a cacophony of conflicting frequencies.
The air around the portal seemed to ripple and distort, as if reality itself was bending to accommodate a new reality.
And then, in an instant, the portal slammed shut. The swirling green mist dissipated, leaving behind an unsettling stillness.
The small humanoids, once a relentless horde, ceased their attack. They stood frozen, their twisted bodies motionless as if awaiting further instructions.
The pack, too, halted their advance, their ears perked up in confusion. Malakai, his tail still poised to strike, slowed his approach. His eyes narrowed, his mind racing to comprehend the sudden turn of events.
