As its walls melted away the Blasting Thing advanced, spurting into it the flaming torrents.

Behind it we crept.
The dust of the shattered rocks swirled up toward us like angry ghosts--before they reached us they were blown away as though by strong winds streaming from beneath us.
On we went, blinded, deafened.

Interminably, it seemed, poured forth the hurricane of blue fire; interminably the thunder bellowed.
There came a louder clamor--volcanic, chaotic, dulling the thunders.
The sides of the cleft quivered, bent outward.

They split; crashed down.
Bright daylight poured in upon us, a flood of light toward which the billows of dust rushed as though seeking escape; out it poured like the smoke of ten thousand cannon.
And the Blasting Thing shook--as though with laughter! The stars closed.

Back into the Shape ran globe and pyramid.