In the Valley of Forsaken, thunderous explosions rumbled throughout the desolate and snowy landscape. Out of nowhere, an innumerable aetheric beasts descended from the blue skies.

They wreaked havoc on those who met them.

The unfortunate fate for the soldiers of the Shadow Division, occupying the base of the valley floor. Some screamed, some cried out.

But it was all for naught.

The monsters massacred them before most could muster the courage to fight. However, it didn't take long for the survivors to mount a resistance.

Standing behind the feathered mane of Gryphos, Damien oversaw how his monsters brought devastation to the military camp of the Shadow Division.

It was a horrifying yet pleasing sight.

"Behemoth and Orochi have finally descended." He turned his sable-tinted gaze towards the monstrous giants reaching the height of a hundred meters.

Behemoth was a quadrupedal giant whose body was brimming with thick muscles, alongside mountain-like spikes protruding from its back.

On the other hand, Orochi was a gargantuan eight-headed snake-dragon hybrid. Each of its heads could spit different venoms, some acidic and some ate through the flesh.

These two three-star Terrestrial Monsters were the main force of the assault against the encamping Shadow Division. These monsters were giants, powerful and dominant.

They attracted most of the attention, making it easier for the others to continue reaping the lives of their adversaries.

Behind these two were the Scorpion Tank and Wyvern, the former fired a nonstop hail of bullets while the latter spat fire. Their evolution bars were reaching the requirements for fusion.

Damien couldn't help but entertain the prospect of combining these two ferocious monsters. It would be expected, but perhaps worth it.

Staring at the Valley of Forsaken, the edges of his lips curved as he mumbled. "How are you planning to defend, Shadow Division?"

Meanwhile...

On the ground, the officers of the Shadow Division were barely able to keep a chain of command. Explosions tore through their ranks, however... Some encampments remained untouched.

Reinforcements from those encampments should be fortifying the sect of the Abominable deep within the ravines of the valley.

Sooner or later, victory would be theirs to keep.

"Get those birds to the skies! I want them unleashing everything they have!" An officer roared and added. "And where the hell is our armored company?"

"Sir, our gunships couldn't operate through the airspace without immediately crashing to the ground." A soldier reported while clenching his rifle.

"I don't care! We need those birds in the skies, now! Otherwise, we'd be at the mercy of these aetheric beasts!" the officer yelled.

The soldier nodded and relayed the officer's commands to the airborne company of the Shadow Division. But as he did so, his arms froze.

"S-Sir..." the soldier mumbled. The officer gritted his teeth in annoyance, but saw the horror on his subordinate's face. "What happened?"

He calmed down and looked at the soldier in the eyes. The latter handed the radio to his superior, who took it and heard of the situation.

"Damn it!" The officer cried out as news about the elimination of the airborne company hit hard. They practically lost the ability to resist the aerial aetheric beasts.

"Call the interiors!" He ordered his subordinate, who immediately opened the encrypted frequency on the radio. The officer took a deep breath and calmly relayed.

"Forward defenses have been lost. The airborne company has been terminated. We will only last about ten minutes before being overwhelmed."

"I need Jaeger reinforcements!" He needed a variable that could balance the battle. The metahumans under their banner would be capable of doing so.

"...Affirmative, a platoon of Jaegers will be deployed to the frontlines, out..."

The officer sighed in relief and felt that all hope was not lost. He handed the radio to his subordinate and uttered. "Jaeger reinforcements will come."

In the distance, a group of metahumans stood, their faces masked behind crimson-lensed gas masks. They wore black uniforms, their steps augmented by their army boots.

"Aetheric beasts have descended from the skies... Our leader wants them eliminated. Work in teams and ensure their elimination." The captain of the platoon briefed.

"Start from the weakest."

Each of the Jaegers vanished and reappeared throughout various battlefronts, assisting their soldiers while dealing with the aetheric beasts.

The Jaeger platoon was professional and skilled. They were disciplined for battle and war, capable of handling aetheric beasts and humanoid adversaries alike.

Hope arrived for the soldiers fighting against this unstoppable tide of monsters. The unkillable became vulnerable, a mortal in their eyes.

Without a doubt, the current of the battle was shifting to the whims of the Shadow Division. It wouldn't take long for most of the monster army to be eliminated.

Gryphos circled around the valley with Damien observing every nook and cranny from behind its feathered mane.

The black-suited young man already noticed the shifting tide. The reinforcing platoon of Jaegers was troublesome to handle for his summoned monsters.

Although much stronger than a single average Jaeger, they didn't stand a chance against a group of these metahumans.

Damien furrowed his eyebrows and examined the Brands of these Jaegers. "Hmm... They are using a smoke screen while fighting."

"It seems they are aware that the capabilities of their Brands must be hidden for it to be a hundred percent effective."

"These people are much better than the metahumans I fought together. They act more like a Block from the SIGIL- I see..."

Damien shook his head and sighed. "The Shadow Division... I forgot that these bastards aren't only a paramilitary organization."

"They are a former SIGIL Block, most originating from the first combined division of the SIGIL." He looked at them and decided to stop resummoning his monsters.

It would be a waste of resources.

Handling them personally was much more efficient than sending his monsters. An acceptable prospect given the situation.

"I need to make my entrance, Gryphos. Help the remaining monsters sweep the remains of their soldiers," he commanded.

The Griffin released a piercing shriek, acknowledging the new orders of its master. Damien smiled and hopped off its feathered mane.

It was time to make his entrance.

On the ground, one of the Jaegers felt a growing sense of dread. Glancing at their company leader, he reported. "Something is coming, Captain."

The captain nodded, knowing better than to doubt his sensitive subordinate. "Begin regrouping at my location."

"The perpetrator of the attack will be appearing," he said on the radio. In mere seconds, several Jaegers emerged and stood beside him.

He looked at them and nodded in satisfaction. "I want you to get ready. The only one capable of manipulating these aetheric beasts is an Aberrant."

"An Aberrant?" one of them asked.

"Yes, his name is Damien. A Jaeger belonging to the seventh Division of SIGIL. In simpler terms, he is a member of Block 7."

"The second subordinate of the strongest of humanity after the Rogue Blade." His words penetrated through the eerie silence.

Before any of them could utter a single word, the ground behind them rumbled as dust danced in the air. "I'm pleased to be recognized."

A black-suited young man tipped his fedora and smirked at the group of Jaegers. "You must be one of the Jaeger platoons in the Shadow Division."

"Professionally-trained and talented. Adequate, to say the least..."

"Truly the subordinate of the White Devil. He even has her arrogance." One of the Jaegers grinned behind their gas masks.

"When did a terrorist organization become affiliated with a cult? Aren't there better things you could do somewhere else than in the middle of nowhere?"

Damien tilted his head and narrowed his sable-tinted gaze. He studied them with indifference. "Are you that bored? Or afraid?"

From that instant, a Jaeger disappeared from the spot and reappeared beside the black-suited young man. He pointed his finger at the opponent and muttered. "Burst."

A radiant light blinded the area as the winds roared and blasted outward. It was a thunderous explosion, but when the dust settled. Their eyes widened.

Damien stood still, unbothered and unaffected by the explosion. He shrugged and looked at them with a tinge of disappointment.

"Is that all you can do?"

"You can do better than that, right?" He stepped forward; each of his steps was like the beating of an execution drum.

But a slender hand grasped his shoulders tightly, halting him. He turned back and saw his partner, the crimson-haired vampire, Hecate.

"This isn't your battle, Damien. You would be wasting your strength on them." Hecate remarked and continued. "Let me handle these bastards."

"You should fight the one at the top."

Her words made sense. It wasn't worth fighting against these Jaegers. He would be wasting his precious Command Seals on the subordinates of the mastermind.

Agreeing to her logic, Damien nodded and smiled at his partner. "Alright... Have fun with them, Hecate. I'll go and see the so-called leader of the Shadow Division."

"I'm a bit displeased with how complicated he made our investigation in the northern fringes." He waved his hand and faded.

His actual body was already inside the true sect of the Abominable, deep within the ravines of the valley. Observing the golden and marble temple, one thought surfaced in his mind.

The Abominable has a lot of money.

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