Monster Gacha System: Becoming The Final Boss

"W-What?" Before Boris could utter a word, the cold winds blasted outward as a giant lizard-like aetheric beast flapped its wings and loomed behind Damien and Hecate. Its crimson eyes narrowed while it growled at the pair of Lycanthropes before its master.

"Eeek-" Alice recoiled and shrank behind the back of her older brother, unable to bear the oppression emanating from the Wyvern. Damien chuckled at the sight and introduced his summoned monster to the two. "This is Fafnir, my monster."

"My partner and I will be on its back during the journey, so there's no need for you to accommodate us by slowing down," Damien added as Hecate caressed the Wyvern's jaws, touching its slick scales.

Boris was astonished to have a giant flying aetheric beast tamed by a Jaeger, but it was to be expected. After all, the one before him wasn't any Jaeger. It was the first intelligent Aberrant in the New World.

"Understood, we will not be sluggish." The middle-aged Lycan nodded and urged his little sister to follow him. Alice gave the Wyvern and the Jaeger one final glance before following behind her older brother.

Damien punctually hopped behind the back of Fafnir and held out a hand for his partner. Hecate caught his hand, pulling her onto the Wyvern's back with him. "Things have gotten interesting, don't you think?"

"No one would expect that our short investigation would lead us into the village of Lycanthropes." He uttered in exasperation and a tinge of relief. It would be troublesome if everything they had done ended in a dead end.

At the very least, there was a lead that the Howling Village might hold, especially its Chieftain, who might have information regarding the Abominable Cult.

"Better than nothing, I guess," Hecate remarked as she handed his black suit back. Damien raised his eyebrows and accepted the black suit. "You sure you won't need it anymore?"

"My body has already regained some warmth. I could handle some cold for a few hours." She smirked at him, prompting the young man to shake his head and sigh. "Alright,"

On the other hand, Alice walked at a steady pace behind her older brother and questioned. "Are they really the subordinates of the White Devil, Brother Boris?"

"Yes, the two of them are the first generation of Block 7. You can consider them as direct apprentices of the White Devil, which makes them important to our Howling Village." Boris nodded and explained.

But before the little girl could question further, the middle-aged Lycan added. "Don't change the subject, Little Alice. Your father is worried about your disappearance. A search time is about to be made because of it."

"You're lucky I managed to track your scent into the abandoned village." Boris wearily glanced at the little one, who puffed her cheeks and turned her head away. "I-I was curious about the abandoned villages around us."

"I wondered if the rumors about how they became desolate were true."

"Curiosity is a good thing, Little Alice. But have you heard of the phrase, Curiosity killed the cat?" He halted and patted the head of his little sister. Alice couldn't help but mutter under her soft breath. "But I'm not a cat."

"I'm a wolf."

"It doesn't matter what you are. In pursuit of knowledge, you must be cautious of the dangers that lurk in the unknown. Do you understand?" Hearing the stern tone of her older brother, the little girl reluctantly nodded. "I understand."

"Anyway, let's take our leave. We don't want Father to be kept anxious while waiting for you to come home." Boris asserted as his body grew and transformed into a giant black wolf.

Alice followed suit, transforming her body into a silver wolf. It was significantly smaller than the black wolf, but still considerable in size compared to the average wolf.

Without any hesitation or delay, the two wolves bolted through the desolate snowy landscape and zoomed across the mountains in a straight line. The high peaks and ice cliffs didn't seem to impede them in any way as they continued darting forward.

Behind and above the wolves was the Wyvern, trailing them from a distance. Damien and Hecate observed the two Lycanthropes; each had their separate thoughts about the matter.

'As expected of the Lycans... No wonder they were considered the eternal rivals of the Clan.' Hecate watched the two wolves moving through the mountainous, snowy landscape as though they were jogging in a park.

'Hmm... The two of them are much smaller than the Direwolf. Interesting,' Damien nodded to himself, observing the wolves with scrutiny while comparing them to his own.

The journey lasted for half an hour. It seems that whatever conjured the snowstorm had lost interest in the two Jaegers, which was a piece of good news, to say the least. It would be troublesome to be trapped in another blizzard.

Far in the distance was a stroke of mountains whose peaks were veiled by thick clouds and fog. Damien narrowed his obsidian-like eyes at the grandiose sight and watched as the wolves reached the summit, disappearing into the shrouding veil.

"We have arrived..." He muttered under his breath while Fafnir pierced through the winding curtain. Droplets sheathed the two Jaegers, water acting like prickling needles trying to puncture their skin.

Damien and Hecate maintained their indifference, unbothered by the barbed sensation left behind by the pelting droplets of water. Moments later, radiance shone amidst the shrouding cloud. It was none other than their exit.

The brilliance gleamed further, blinding them for a second before uncovering a scenery that defied all expectations. Beneath the layer of twisting clouds and fog was paradise, the last grasslands and forests of the northern fringes.

Hecate saw the two wolves waiting for them on the ground, already transformed into their humanoid form. She patted the shoulders of her partner, attracting his attention.

Damien promptly commanded Fafnir to settle beside the Lycanthropes, which the summoned monster happily obliged. The Wyvern descended from the skies and landed with a resounding thud. Dirt and dust wrapped them for a moment before settling on the ground.

"I didn't expect the Howling Village to reside in such a beautiful place, Boris." Damien smiled at the middle-aged Lycan, who humbly nodded. "The Lycanthrope are honored to have these lands as our home."

Hecate hopped off the back of the Wyvern and looked around the stretching grasslands and the evergreen forests residing on the edges of the horizon. "It is beautiful..."

"Right? Hmm... You didn't expect us Lycans to be living in the blistering cold, are you?" Alice placed her pale hands on her little hips as she puffed her chest with pride. Though her eyebrows rose as she questioned the vampire in front of her.

"Of course not," Hecate shook her head, denying whatever the little Lycan thought within her head. In truth, she expected the Lycanthropes to live within the caves. Their Howling Village was but cavities alongside the mountains. Obviously, the crimson-haired vampire was wrong.

"It reminds me of a painting," Damien mumbled to himself while staring at the scenery. He then shook his head and turned his attention towards the middle-aged Lycan. "Should we continue heading to the village, Boris?"

Boris shook his head after hearing the black-suited young man's suggestion and uttered. "We have to rest here and await the escort."

"Our entry is bound to attract attention, so it shouldn't take long for the cavalry to reach us. Let me and Little Alice negotiate for the two of you." He proposed to the Jaeger, who nodded in understanding and responded. "We will be relying on you, Boris."

Alice and Hecate continued conversing with one another. It was peculiar to see a vampire girl and a little Lycanthrope chattering without trouble. But that was the reality Damien and Boris faced.

"The cavalry has arrived." The middle-aged Lycan remarked as a pack of giant wolves hurried towards them, their cold eyes focused on the two new visitors to the village. Boris stepped forward and announced the arrival of his new entourage. "Halt."

"This is Damien and Hecate, honored subordinates of the White Devil." He gestured towards the two, who nodded at the pack of wolves in front of them. The leader of the pack growled at Boris and bellowed. "Where have you gone, Boris? We thought you got kidnapped by those bastards like Alice."

"Eh, hello... Uncle." Concealing half of her face behind the back of her older brother, Alice called out to her uncle, who glared at her. "You're father was worried when you disappeared out of nowhere."

"Some of our kin have already been abducted by those bastards. It is a dangerous time to be roaming around the north." The leader of the pack transformed into a much older, middle-aged man. He walked towards the little girl and flicked her forehead when he stood in front of her.

Afterward, he turned his eyes towards the black-suited young man and the crimson-haired vampire. "Damien and Hecate, huh? The White Devil must have sent you to investigate the empty villages."

"Are your primary suspects that damnable cult?" He calmly questioned, earning the nods of both Jaegers. Damien handed out his arm and uttered. "We were trying to find leads within one of the desolate villages when we met with little Alice over here."

"Have some of the Lycanthropes been abducted by the Abominable Cult?" The black-suited young man inquired, to which the old, middle-aged man answered with a nod. "Yes, our kin were kidnapped a couple of days ago."

"We were about to assign a search party, but it was halted when the daughter of the Chieftain also disappeared." Once again, the leader of the guarding pack glared at Alice, who already shrank behind Boris.

"The Howling Village might need your help, honored subordinates of the White Devil."