They heard it then. Off in the distance. Out in the waste of the open desert land. A thundering sound. An explosion that rolled in a wave of sound. And with it a flash of brilliant light. Light that seared through the night in a terrible wave. And with it the thunder of the explosive warhead. And then silence. After a long moment the voice of Mathieson came through the quiet night wind. "... It's over. Gaddon is--dead. Poor fool, he fumbled with the tools of creation, tools that man is not ready to wield ..." And Trent heard one of the soldiers gasp, "What a story! _What_ a story!" But he knew, as he held the girl against him, felt her body relax beside his, that it was a story he didn't want to write. He wanted only to forget ... Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from _Amazing Stories_ April 1949. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.