It started silently, like the origins of a storm which would stay silent to all over the sea until it grew into something that threatened the existence of the nearest port.
There was a small side room in one corner of the stadium, which was given to stall owners in order to rest in during the day or to store stuff.
A normal man sat in the room, and beside him was a cage which had steel grates surrounded by a semi-translucent barrier that looked stronger than any that could be conjured by even a Warrior-level powerhouse.
The man kept looking at the mosquito apprehensively, as it was currently feeding on a piece of human flesh that had been obtained from god knows where.
This was actually the 10th such piece of flesh it was feeding on, and with each eating session, its size seemed to be growing bigger and bigger.
Originally just the width of his fingernail, it was now longer than his index finger and looked downright scary despite its shiny golden exterior.
