War fire scattered everywhere, with countless insects from the Insect race falling, and just as many rising.
The Crown Insect's double blades, like a heavenly sword sweeping across, grew increasingly sharp.
His strength grew stronger still, and the crown atop his head now shimmered with a dazzling light, like a streak of phosphorescence on a dark curtain, heralding the imminent arrival of a fleeting moment in time.
Finally, one day, he rose above his peers from the Insect Demon ranks and challenged the supreme dome of the sky.
"Abu will surely succeed," said the Black Flesh Insect, blending into the mass of Insect Demons, filled with anticipation.
As dark as the curtain of night, and thunder like tribulation.
In that world-destroying power, the Crown Insect fell into the depths of the Insect Nest, his body emitting black smoke.
He had failed to complete his transformation, to become a flash of light.
"Not strong enough… I must become even stronger…"