Great Marsh roared with waves, under the clear radiance of stars and moon.
Mists blended with white smoke, choking and stifling.
The dark night was obscure, those with inadequate visual prowess could hardly see their own fingers in these conditions.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry, sink what can't be moved into the river! We can retrieve it later!"
"Sink into the river, but can we find it again later?"
"Follow orders and act!"
With a splash!
Three sect members each lifted one leg of the tripod, overturning the still-warm cauldron into the Great Marsh, where the meeting of heat and cold created gusts of white steam.
Gold-horned Shark and Silver-horned Shark swam in loops, shrouded in muddy fog, nudging the cauldron elsewhere.
