"In the realm of power, strength begets strength," a voice echoed through the darkness, its ominous tone piercing the silence like a dagger. Gradually, the source of the voice materialized, revealing a small blue fox drenched in the blue blood.
It was Newt, the blue fox adorned in the crimson stains of battle, a testament to the carnage he had wrought upon the spider clusters. With a calculating gaze, he surveyed the aftermath of his conquest, each fallen arachnid a source of potent energy waiting to be harnessed.
Newt's eyes alighted upon the shimmering blue energy radiating from the fallen spiders, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk as he assessed their power. "A power level of 2,000," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of excitement and determination.
