In Negris's imagination, the Insect God would roar as it flew past, causing those invisible insects to tumble down with a clatter, or throw themselves at the Insect God, only to die in its mouth.
But it had overestimated things. The Insect God from the Chaos Plane had no control over the insects on Table Mountain. They weren't even of the same lineage. The Insect God gave a powerful inhale, clearing the insects from the void, but the ones on Bret's body proved trickier to deal with.
"A lot of them are hiding in the crevices of his bones; the Insect God can't even eat them." Negris leaned in to take a closer look, only to be yanked back by Ange.
"Don't get close, it's dangerous," Ange said.
It was rare for Ange to stop it from being reckless. With Ange's growing strength, now even a small effort allowed him to maintain full control of the situation.
