The air crackles with an eerie energy, the forest around you a symphony of unseen whispers. You stand frozen, a lone figure amidst the chaos. The souls, restless spirits unbound from their mortal coil, rush past you in a frenzied, invisible torrent, drawn towards a terrifying spectacle in the heart of the forest.

At the epicenter of this macabre display, a swirling vortex of raw energy takes shape – the soul-nado. It churns and writhes, a malevolent eye in the heart of the forest, sucking in the countless souls like a ravenous beast. And at the center of this vortex, a figure of immense power holds court.

Ermac, a being composed of countless fallen warriors, hovers within the soul-nado. His form, a shimmering amalgamation of countless souls, shimmers and shifts, a terrifying testament to his power. His arms are outstretched, welcoming the influx of souls, each one adding to his already immense power. The air around him crackles with energy, the very essence of the forest itself seems to tremble in fear of this malevolent entity.