Kindling Flame Illuminates the Sky

Insect Calamity had only one true body.

Today, it was very excited.

The signal had arrived. After waiting so long, it could finally begin its attack and launch its blood vendetta against the hateful human race—the damned human scourge.

Revenge. Yes, revenge!

Ever since it had gained consciousness, it had been able to hear them—countless wails of agony.

Those were its kin. Those were its flesh and blood.

They had been cruelly slaughtered by humans, by countless means.

Poisoned to death, trampled to death, crushed to death, beaten to death, burned to death.

There were simply too many.

And the reason was merely that they were pests—harmful to humans and powerless.

So they had to die.

It refused to accept that. It refused to acknowledge it. It hated.

For hundreds of years, day and night, it had watched the Mortal Realm. Countless times in its dreams, it had charged in, its children surging like raging waves to wipe out humanity.

Blood and fire would burn human cities into ruins.

Their wails would become a triumphant song composed by humanity for it.

Amid the ruins, it would savor humanity's extinction and drink deeply of its enemies' blood.

It would pile their corpses high and fashion their countless white bones into its throne. There, it would sing praises for this great victory.

And yet... when that moment finally arrived, when that day had finally come—

The humans were gone!

Every last one of them had vanished.

The enormous cities, the paradise it had yearned for through countless ages, had evaporated without a trace, leaving behind only a vast hollow, as though in silent mockery.

The Insect King went mad. The blaze of vengeance had long ago burned a hole into its heart—a huge, bottomless hole that could never be filled.

It had