For nearly 3 years, 3 years of my research team's life was spent watching that spirit. The god of this river had been filtering out smaller microbes and feeding off sunlight for most of it's manifestation. It was the clearest example of divine manifestation in the pacific northwest as of the 2010s, but it was small and aimless.
The manifestation was of a clicking spiral swarm with a central nerve ending which piloted the whole entity. These things only appear every couple years, and hell the only reason we even knew about it was some farmer reporting it to the fish and wildlife agency. But as it's pale white form began to wane, growing a soft milky grey we knew it was dying.
Often these spirits die with grace and then deform. Going back into their invisible electric state, which is a whole other department's business. So we wanted to maximize our observations with what little time we had left.
I for one think the whole thing was a bust, the data was the same as the last 12 sightings we had, and the entity only really cleaned up the river way and nothing more. So when some random trout killed it, I was less shocked than my colleagues. The notable thing was that this was the first sighting of an animal interacting with a river god, or really any spirit in general.
All spirits just haunted houses or people, animals where not even in the thinking until this event, so there's that. Call it bitterness, call it resentment but I always get a ping of schadenfreude when eating trout.
- Spirit Hunter Testimonies Volume #4, Pg. 112
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