Amidst the radiant light of the rising sun, Gryphos beat its feathered wings, soaring through the blue skies. A blurry jet that pierced through the surging winds.

It was fast.

Behind the feathered mane of the Griffin, Damien held on with all his might against the raging gale. His pitch-black hair fluttered in mayhem, his face barely kept its form.

Too fast. Gryphos was breaking through sound barriers, sonic booms trailing from behind. There was nothing but the roaring zephyr, muffling him.

Even Majesty could barely help him carry on. Its golden aura torn by the rushing draft of the blue skies.

Damien narrowed his sable-tinted gaze, unable to utter a single word. Snowy mountains and desolate plains were fleeting below them. Hazy from the darting pace.

But their first destination was in the shifting lines of the horizon. Gryphos flapped its wings, the surging winds subsiding as the Griffin eased off.

He took a long and deep breath while Gryphos made its landing on the edge of the northern fringes. Beyond was an icy sea, stretching as far as the eyes could see.

His eyes widened, recollecting a memory of a distant yet fresh past.

It was the Arctic.

If he kept his pace, reaching another continent wasn't a passing aspiration. It was a possibility of a higher magnitude.

However...

"Is there anything else beyond the New World?" Damien gazed upon the distant expanse of the icy sea. Since his arrival, information about neighboring continents was sparse.

What happened to them after Heaven's Fall? Did they survive? Would their society be different from the one in the New World?

He shook his head, chuckling at the thought. It wasn't that there was no information about neighboring continents. He couldn't accept the unspoken truth.

They were gone.

Long ago, the Federation led an expedition to the continent of Africa. When the expeditionaries reached the coordinates of the continent. There was nothing but the raging ocean.

Africa had disappeared. Some rumors even suggested that it had sunk deep into the sea, devoured by its cold waters.

The expedition didn't end with the Atlantic. The Federation also made its way into the Pacific. During their voyage towards the continent of Asia, they arrived earlier than expected.

It wasn't Asia they stepped into. Another continent has risen from the depths of the Pacific. It was deemed the dark continent.

A land of mystery and danger.

The Valley of Forsaken resided within the corners of the Arctic. It was the second destination of Damien, the true one. Where the true sect of the Abominable dwell.

"They should be heading to this location. I should give them a sign." Damien summoned one of his monsters, the Heavenly Bull.

It materialized: a gargantuan armored aetheric beast. The Heavenly Bull huffed, awaiting commands from its master. He looked at it and touched its horns.

"I will be relying on you. Help me guide my allies." The Heavenly Bull puffed and bowed to its master.

Damien's lips curved into a subtle smile as he nodded for Gryphos to fly. The Griffin flapped its wings and soared into the skies. On the other hand, the Heavenly Bull tapped its hooves.

An electrifying golden light enveloped the armored aetheric beast. It huffed and charged onward, plowing through the icy surface of the Arctic.

It left deep trenches behind, an adequate guide for those about to come.

Gryphos darted through the blue skies, hammering through sonic booms. He grasped the feather mane of the Griffin and eventually adapted to the roaring winds that blasted him.

In the distant edge was a parallel landscape that towered through the heavens. Damien felt a sense of trepidation as though he had violated a territory that was not his.

Only an Aberrant could make him feel such an instinctual caution.

The Valley of the Forsaken was the land where the infamous Aberrant, Colossus, was defeated by the strongest of humanity, Alastair Glass.

Remnants of the battle from long ago lay waste throughout its surroundings. Craters and fractured landscapes pervaded the area, alongside spatial anomalies.

From the sight alone, Damien could feel how the battle between the so-called God and Devil went. Perhaps, half of the Arctic was wasted from the fight alone.

As he reached the outskirts of the valley, footprints the size of a city block were imprinted on the icy sheets of the Arctic.

There were dozens of them, heading towards where it would take its last breath. It appears that the northern fringes weren't the domain of the Colossus.

It was its coffin.

Gryphos circled around the Valley of the Forsaken, granting a vantage point where Damien could observe the intricate networks of what the Abominable had built.

However, what he found was rows of tents belonging to the terrorist organization, Shadow Division. The military presence throughout the valley was staggering.

"There should be thousands of soldiers below. They have tanks, helicopters, and gunships. If the Lycanthropes fought head-on, it would be a disaster."

Damien squinted his eyes, searching for weaknesses within the defense network of the valley.

There was none.

Only two openings existed, the southern and northern entrances of the valley. Beyond that was the rugged terrain of the divided mountains.

"Terrain does not matter against the Lycanthropes. The Howling Village can attack from different sides, which could be an exploitable advantage."

"But to do so, they must infiltrate without attracting the attention of the Shadow Division," he mumbled.

"I'll have to take the brunt as planned." The Heavenly Bull stood back at the outskirts of the valley, awaiting commands from its master.

It puffed its nose while tapping the icy surface of the sea and grumbled.

An electrifying light permeated the skin of the armored aetheric beast. The Heavenly Bull charged. Its steps leave behind deep hooves on the icy layer.

Orders had come from the above.

A frontal attack was required for diversion. Reinforcements would emerge from the skies once the Heavenly Bull made contact with the adversaries.

It was time for the first step of the operation.

"Let's see... Who should I choose?"

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| Monster Gacha System |

-| Boss Title : [ Oberon ] |

-| Monster(s) : Two-Star EX Monster: Eclipse(Fragment), Two-Star EX Monster: Neurophages, One-Star TE Monster: Silhouette, Two-Star TE Monster: Scorpion Tank, Two-Star TE Monster: Wyvern, One-Star TE Monster: Hellhound, Three-Star TE Monster: Griffin, Two-Star TE Monster: Tarasque, One-Star TE Monster: Anaconda, Two-Star TE Monster: Direwolf, Three-Star TE Monster: Behemoth, Three-Star TE Monster: Orochi, Two-Star TE Monster: Heavenly Bull, One-Star PA Monster: Banshee, Two-Star PA Monster: Oni, Two-Star PA Monster: Dullahan, One-Star PA Monster: Shadow Hound, One-Star PA Monster: Onryo |

-| Skill Index : Raptured Blink(Eclipse), Intangible Fracture(Eclipse), Hive Assimilation(Neurophaes), Psychic Operation(Silhouette), Mechanical Bombardment(Scorpion Tank), Dracko Oppression(Wyvern), Chains of Judgment(Hellhound), Empyrean Overwatch(Griffin), Majesty(Griffin), Carapace of Legends(Tarasque), Constriction(Anaconda), Pack Howl(Direwolf), Tectonic Steps(Behemoth), Venoms of Eightfold Death(Orochi), Celestial Charge(Heavenly Bull), Wailing Death(Banshee), Demonic Strength(Oni), Mark of Death(Dullahan), Hunting Darkness(Shadow Hound), Curse of Vengeance(Onryo) |

-| Command Seal(s): [ 143/145 ] |

<| Terror Point(s) : 2010 |>

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The bluish hue of the status display glimmered as Damien narrowed his sable-tinted gaze and nodded to himself. He reached a conclusion. No need to choose.

"How about everyone?"

It was time for his monster army to be summoned. This would be the first time, but it wouldn't be the last.

Above the Valley of Forsaken, numerous orbs of light glittered in the blue skies. Shooting stars descended into the valley, each blasting a crater upon impact.

From the dust left behind by the explosions, silhouettes formed. Some small, a few large. Roars bellowed. Soldiers could barely react while alarms rang throughout the valley.

Meanwhile...

At the edge of the northern fringe, a crimson-haired vampire saw the sign left behind by her partner. It was a trench leading to their destination, the battlefront that would decide the fate of the North.

"He's starting the ambush," Hecate muttered under her warm breath. Behind her was an army of Lycanthropes, transformed into their primal form.

Dozens of giant wolves growled and stampeded forward into the trench. The snowy ground rumbled while the crimson-haired vampire hopped onto one of them and stood behind its back.

"Wait for us, Damien." She didn't believe her words. Perhaps her partner was already fighting against their adversaries within the Valley of Forsaken.

She must reach her partner and fight alongside him.

The army of wolves rushed through the deep trench, unaffected by the blizzards that touched the icy surface of the Arctic.

Cold mist swept above them, making the army thankful for the trench left behind by their benefactor. It would be troublesome to charge towards their destination in such weather.

A battle awaited them.

But it wasn't only the North that was being unravelled.

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"Jane Doe... These targets you have sent to me. The traitors of the SIGIL Covenant." In the summit of the looming tower of New Janus, Alastair squinted her pearl-like eyes.

"You have signed their death warrants."

The arrogant white-haired lady closed the encrypted call and stood up from her comfortable chair. She stretched her pale arms upward and yawned.

"Francine... Let's head back to the SIGIL Headquarters in New York. It's time to clean the house." She stepped out of her office while a gorgeous secretary followed from behind.

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