When there is light, there should be darkness.
But what filled that space felt like neither.
Evan watched in both fascination and horror as the something dark came from his open palm. He was expecting it to be large, but no.
It was a tiny dot, maybe something a pen would accidentally splotch on a paper while writing. A small dot.
It flew to the middle of the room where the frogs were, some on the air, others on the ground.
In almost an instant, a quiet sound of air being sucked in came, the complete opposite of someone blowing air over hot food or drink.
The closest frog got sucked into the dot as if it was nothing but dust. The next frog did the same. With every frog being taken by the black dot, the more it got bigger and stronger, sucking more and more frogs as it continued.
The light from the torches above seems to be taken in by the dot too. There is no shadow casted by the dot at all, nor could the light hope to illuminate to see what it really is.
