High they flew; they curved over the mile high back of the Monster; they dropped upon it.
Arose to meet them immense columns of the cubes; battered against the spheres; swept them over and down into the depths.

Hundreds fell, broken--but thousands held their place.

I saw them twine about the pillars--writhing columns of interlaced cubes and globes straining like monstrous serpents while all along their coils the open disks and crosses smote with the scimitars of their lightnings.
In the wall of the City appeared a shining crack; from top to bottom it ran; it widened into a rift from which a flood of radiance gushed.

Out of this rift poured a thousand-foot-high torrent of horned globes.
Only for an instant they flowed.

The rift closed upon them, catching those still emerging in a colossal vise.