The toxic fog rose from the Garden below, boiling upward in thick, sickly clouds of greens and purples swirling together, carrying spores and glittering particles.
The house-sized flytrap below widened its maw, serrated petals flexing outward as ropes of acidic drool stretched between them like stringy cheese, waiting to catch its prey.
"Ah. That's... unfortunate," Kurt muttered, still spinning end over end through the air.
His mind moved fast. Faster than his body, which was currently tumbling like a ragdoll through the sky with absolutely no control over his trajectory.
In the blink of an eye, a swirling vortex of air whipped up around him, steadying his body mid-air.
The ability detonated outward in a spiraling column, a violent cyclone forming around his falling body and tearing into the toxic fog with the force of a hurricane.
