On the Landing of Fyurdus, the Seventh Sky, Ihjra noticed that the Angel Guard swayed in an eerily weird way. The feeling of discord and revolt was too pungent for these eternal beings and thus tugged their rhythmic oscillation, alongside omniprayers, out of unison. Even before she could locate the source of discomfort the Almighty saw, as He always sees. The staff was brought down with full force, shattering galaxies across His vast realm. But he knew it has already happened, just as Ihjra noticed a small speck out of the corner of her eye - her Sacred Son climbed up high on one of the Niniyanawa, the pillar of reason, ready to bring it down. He knew, as did she, that the third rebellion can not be stopped now. Man escapes, yet again. At this thought, she looked once more onto him, and dived back into the pearlwater. 

Beauty lies in the details, does it not?