"And devilish.

It hit on all my nerves like a--like a metal claw.

Purposeful and deliberate.

There was intelligence behind that." "Intelligence?
Drake--what intelligence could break the rays of the setting sun and suck down the aurora ?" "I don't know," he answered.
"Devils," croaked Chiu-Ming.

"The devils that defied Buddha--and have grown strong--" "Like a metal claw!" breathed Drake.
Far to the west a sound came to us; first a whisper, then a wild rushing, a prolonged wailing, a crackling.