The aftermath

"How many did we kill?" Harold's voice's weary and burdened sound reverberated across the bloody battlefield.

The bustling underground cavern had been reduced to a dreadful scene of destruction, with the ground covered in ichor that was oozing out and the shattered exoskeletons of Acidspitter Arthropods strewn about.

"Tens of thousands!" you exclaimed. John retorted, his tone conveying a sense of bewilderment and surprise.

The sight of the vast expanse of destruction sent a shiver down his spine, and he cast his eyes over the entire area. The event in question was not a battle but rather a slaughter.

The Acidspitters were lifeless and segmented as they lay in heaps, their bodies broken apart.

The colors of their exoskeletons, which had once been bright green and yellow, had become muted and washed out due to the proximity of death.

Their compound eyes, which had previously been bright and alive with the intent to prey, were now dulled, and their spark had been extinguished.