Hoh-hoooh. This chapter had a lot going for it. I really adore the suprisingly sensible way haunt dispelling works- it feels a little bit like an exterminator who doesn't know exactly the chemical reaction of the poison they use, but they do their job well. The amount of reasonable conjecture was nice, too. And haunting creative genuine ecological damage is somehow an idea I hadn't seen before, but. it makes sense. Life expending it's self on something that's a dead end of energy. Nothing kicked back into the ecosystem for what its taking. Even the most careless living humans provide salt for insects with our sweat, and pull nutrients back into the soil one way or another.
And then the kind of chilling realization that usually. You don't get incomprehensible god-entities all the time. Maybe the god of fear really has descended....