Inside the valley, a stark contrast to the cacophony and carnage outside, it was deathly silent.
One person and one mosquito ventured deeper, moving with extreme caution.
Soon, in the deepest part of the valley, they found the source of the thick, coppery scent of blood.
A giant lion, the size of a heavy-duty truck, its body smoldering with dim flames and a pair of feathered wings on its back, lay quietly in a pool of its own blood.
Blood flowed like a river from its lower body; all signs of life were gone. It had clearly succumbed to the trauma of a difficult birth.
Beside its still-warm corpse were three small lion cubs, their fur a fiery red and still damp, their eyes yet to open.
Acting on instinct, they nuzzled against their mother's underbelly, whimpering as they searched hungrily for milk.
"Holy shit!"
Seeing this, Chu Sheng's tiny mosquito heart nearly burst from his chest. He was instantly overwhelmed by ecstasy.
'Jackpot! We've really hit the jackpot this time!'
