As Astra and Nell continued their ancient chant, the exterior of the forcefield began to ripple like a whirlpool, its once invisible surface now revealing a mesmerizing display of arcane power. The runes that adorned the forcefield acted as vortex points, each one pulsating with energy and drawing the attention of the countless monsters that surrounded the island.
The sea monsters, their colossal forms, and the flying dragons, their wings outstretched, were caught in the inexorable pull of the forcefield. The churning exterior seemed to act as a gateway, and one by one, the monsters were sucked into the whirling depths. As the monsters entered the forcefield, each rune absorbed them, filling the previously empty symbols with the essence of the creatures.
