A vision of the Shining One swirling into our world, a monstrous, glorious flaming pillar of incarnate, eternal Evil–of people passing through its radiant embrace into that hideous, unearthly life-in-death which I had seen enfold the sacrifices–of armies trembling into dancing atoms of diamond dust beneath the green ray’s rhythmic death–of cities rushing out into space upon the wings of that other demoniac force which Olaf had watched at work–of a haunted world through which the assassins of the Dweller’s court stole invisible, carrying with them every passion of hell–of the rallying to the Thing of every sinister soul and of the weak and the unbalanced, mystics and carnivores of humanity alike; for well I knew that, once loosed, not any nation could hold the devil-god for long and that swiftly its blight would spread!