When the sun was about to set, the valley was riddled with corpses of the killed beasts. Now they were nothing but hills of meat – an evidence of the massacre that was performed here during the day. Countless gallons of blood were spilled, coloring the lush green grass, but the general mood of the treasure hunters was great.
From the looks of it, all of the beasts had sparks of varying quality and, even though all were the yellow ones that didn't give as much contribution, there were a lot of them.
The haul was impressive, and the weather was pleasantly warm and humid. When all groups camped for the night, everyone was already counting their tomorrow's achievements, praising Lunax for letting them hunt in this world.
There was only one problem, though. Attracted by the scent of blood, clouds of mosquitoes appeared en masse from the surrounding jungle, finding an exotic dish in the form of the treasure hunters.
