A vision of the Shining One swirling into our world, a monstrous, glorious flaming pillar of incarnate, eternal Evil⁠—of peoples 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 this devil-god for long and that swiftly its blight would spread!

And then a world that was all colossal reek of cruelty and terror; a welter of lusts, of hatreds and of torment; a chaos of horror in which the Dweller waxing ever stronger, the ghastly hordes of those it had consumed growing ever greater, wreaked its inhuman will!