Thunder rumbled in waves.
Amid the echoing booms, vast quantities of Spiritual Substance circulated. Nitrogen and argon shifted across the heavens alongside Mercury, refracting brilliant Rainbow Light, as though turning a rainbow into ribbons of silk.
When they streamed upon the wind, they were gorgeous and dazzling beyond compare.
Likewise, they formed a fatal temptation for the insects that possessed neither knowledge nor awareness, with not even instinct left to them beyond spreading and propagating.
Piercing cries rose in wave after wave.
Within the swamp concealed beneath dense vegetation, amidst countless rotting snakes, insects, rats, and ants, moths that had been constantly rising and falling suddenly shuddered their wings and soared into the air.
Like countless streaks of dust-gray ash rising into the sky, they gathered in cluster after cluster, becoming a savage river that writhed wildly through the heavens.
Amid the shrill beating of wings, the dancing gray river had already swept forth.
Yet in the next instant, it halted in midair.
As though frozen.
At that moment, the curtain of rain, woven from a thousand threads and ten thousand strands, stirred almost imperceptibly.
As though someone had waved a hand absentmindedly.
And so, the Spiritual Substance moths frozen in the air burst apart one after another, annihilated without even ash remaining.
It was as though an invisible palm had swept across the sky, wiping away every stain and speck of Dust, erasing the gray river from the mortal world from beginning to end. Only the overlapping, tiny sounds of bursting continued to spread without end.
In that brief instant, Isis had already locked onto every moth dancing within the gray river through her observation. Then, countless threads of Mercury shot through the air. Fine strands too tiny for the naked eye to perceive crossed one another, piercing every