After running for a few hours, he found a place where the Lamb can't find him. He was tired as hell and decided to take a nap. No being this time. Narinder was worried that the being might have been the Red Crown in disguise. He shrugged it off and put his crown back on. He felt powerful again. He then grew back to his bishop form. "Yes... YES!" he exclaimed. He then put on Leshy's crown. He tried his power out. He didn't get the kind of chaos that he wanted. But, that didn't stop him. He practiced and soon was able to create chaos. He did the same thing with all the other crowns. Now, he was the master of all of the crowns.
It was time to make a move. He put on all of the crowns and felt very, very powerful. Like he could mold the world with his hands. He laughed with greed. He was now the most powerful god ever. He needed to teleport himself to that being. He focused and teleported. He, for some reason, went to the Eiffel Tower. On Earth. He looked at the people and said "Sorry, wrong place." He then teleported back to the woods.