Massacre at the crimson coffin

They turned, and their blood ran cold. From the shadowed recesses of the cave, a line of colossal black ants emerged, each one impossibly massive and menacing. Their dark, beady eyes glinted in the flickering firelight, full of cold intelligence and hostility.

These ants dwarfed the one they had initially pursued; their jet-black exoskeletons, polished to a metallic sheen, gleamed with a sinister beauty. Each one was the size of a fully loaded truck, standing so tall and broad that they blocked out any view of the cave's exit. Compared to them, the crimson-colored ant they had followed seemed almost harmless.

Isaac's heart hammered against his ribcage as the grim realization dawned on him. He felt sweat trickle down his brow, his mouth dry as sand. He knew they had made a terrible, irreversible mistake.