The swarm covered all and blinded martin with a torrent of wings and claws. Wait. Blinded! Martin could see nothing but he didn't feel the insects presence right either. They were misplaced. Mithias was misplaced also, he wasn't flying above him, he was laying down nearby. A screen resisted his movements up. The clicking and buzzing of thousands of legs and wings continued. A horrific symphony of chaos, yet somehow in perfect harmony. Martin decided to match their movements and fly along. He came to understand their erratic patterns. When he found the place where Mithias had scorched the hive all he found was the torched air and the remnants of the immolated.
"I guess he woke up." Martin turned around to face the horde that followed him and stuck out his hands to meet them. Up on touch they shattered into small shrapnel.
With the shockwave Martin could feel he was close. Another shockwave sent the rest of the swarm scattered and broken.

The glass in Martin's capsule started to show cracks.