The deep, dark chasm took on a hollow feeling that reeked of loss.
The shredded corpse of the Queen lay at a distance and the wasps who bore many scars from battle looked almost lost. After being controlled for so long, I wasn't surprised that they knew very little of what to do.
I expected them to get enraged - after all, she had brainwashed them to loyalty over their true queen through nefarious means, but there was none of that.
They began to fritter away, reducing in number until only a few remained. Then again, I didn't expect any of them to be as smart as the scary wasp who had never been fooled.
With the wasps scattering away in confusion, I quietly made my way over to the body of the Queen.
On closer inspection, the state of her corpse was appalling. Her limbs were twisted beyond recognition and there was an outpouring of purple blood that struck me with an urgent fear.