Before they could strike the City swept closer; had hidden them from me.
Again I raised the glasses.

They brought the metal scarp not fifty feet away--within it the hosts of tiny eyes glittered, no longer mocking nor malicious, but insane.
Nearer drew the Monster--nearer.
A thousand feet away it checked its movement, seemed to draw itself together.

Then like the roar of a falling world that whole side facing us slid down to the valley's floor..