HISSSSSSSSSS!
The creature blasted forward at full speed. At the same time the swamp rose all around completely enveloping Damon. Walls of dark water surged upward from every direction, folding inward, sealing off space, and imprisoning him completely.
A perfect sphere of black liquid formed around him, dense, churning, and impenetrable. The miasma thickened within it, compressing layer after layer, turning the interior into a suffocating void of poison and pressure.
The Swamp King sneered on seeing how easily Damon got caught. It then lifted its hand and made a crushing gesture.
Inside the prison of black water, the pressure multiplied instantly. The walls tightened. Layer after layer of dense, toxin-laden liquid compressed inward, crushing space itself, turning the sphere into something closer to a singular point than a cage. The miasma thickened to the point of becoming almost solid, every inch of it infused with corrosive intent.
