T/W: Foul Language
The sky around them continued to spark and sizzle as cracks would expand ever so slowly. As Penn had his back turned to the cliff and headed back toward Nathan, the widening hole in the sky creaked open. It began to suck in its surroundings as if it were a black hole, showing no mercy.
Tentacle-like wisps of mysterious space debris reached out from the crack and toward the Guide. Feeling a strange, hot breeze sweep his face, Nathan glanced and squinted his eyes behind Penn. His eyes immediately widened as soon as he recognized the danger his partner was in.
"Penn!" Nathan called out, rushing around the core altar. Penn, noticing his frenzy, glanced over his shoulder. As he turned, shocked at the sight, his ankles twisted and he tumbled backward. As he fell, the space wisp glided above his head where he once stood. The Guide hit the ground with a thud, immediately rolling to the side out of its reach.
