At Milepost 400 on the Northern Glacier Plain of Frost-Mirror Star, Cold-Chain Express No. 14 was parked on the tracks with its headlights shining across a sea of fluffy white fur.
Stretching for ten miles along the railway line and the adjacent silver-insulated Warm-Spring heating pipeline sat 200,000 giant White-Tusk Snow Mammoths!
Each mammoth stood thirty feet tall at the shoulder, covered in thick snow-white shaggy wool with two curved ivory tusks the size of ancient pine trees. Every single adult mammoth carried the booming blood-Qi of a Rank 6 Golden Core spirit beast, while at the very front of the herd—sitting squarely on top of the main hot-water junction box—sat the Snow-Mammoth Matriarch, a fifty-foot-tall Rank 7 Early titan!
HONK-BRRRRRR!
The fifty-foot Mammoth Matriarch let out a contented rumble, wiggling her giant furry rear end against the warm eighty-degree junction box while using her trunk to rub her two huge, floppy ears, which were rimmed with painful blue frost-crystals.
Up on the front cowcatcher of Locomotive No. 14, Chief Ticket Inspector Ye Guhan stood with his hand on his iron ticket-ruler, staring silently at the Mammoth Matriarch.
“Step off the yellow safety line, madam,” Ye Guhan said in his deadpan conductor’s voice. “Sitting on railway heating equipment without a passenger ticket is a Class-B transit violation.”
