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The sound grew, until it was a vast noise, crushing sound itself beneath its weight. The ground itself shook, and the vast heads of wheat began to fall. We were struggling to stand under the power of the sound, when we saw in the distance the wheat torn out of the ground. Not in the manner of even the cow and the horse, for this was not single strands, but the entire field, lifted and torn out of the ground. The landscape itself was lifted and torn apart, with such a sound as I hope to never hear again.
And then we saw the Maw.
A vast mouth of blades, great beyond any of the structures I have ever seen. All that it touched was utterly destroyed, torn apart and cast into its mouth. I saw some of my brothers, held fast by fear, come too close.
I have never seen such a manner of death as was visited on my brothers before, and it is one I would not wish even on the worst of the Cats. The blades came down, and they were simply... gone. The horror fo their fate broke the grip fear had over me, and I fled, ran like the others we had seen before. All those there ran alongside me, and all who slowed, even for a second were destroyed. The vast Maw gained on us, and we ran ever faster, with a speed I had never known I possessed. After an eternity I saw at last the edge of the field, and made it to the river, just as the Maw turned, and the great body behind it came into view.
And I looked up, and saw the Mark of the Beast, and I knew that I was dead.