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Chapter 2.23

Sinclair's gaze met the multi-faceted eyes of the monstrosity before him—a grotesque blend of a hornet and some otherworldly terror, its form adorned with spindly limbs that defied natural anatomy. It let out a shriek that echoed eerily through the cavern, but this time it was not alone; haunting cries reverberated from the depths of the tunnel, a choir of nightmares ready to make their entrance.

Sinclair tightened his grip on his axe, feeling the worn leather handle mold into his palm as if sharing his resolve. Beside him, Chewy and Leia bristled, their instincts telling them the fight ahead would be unlike any they had faced before. "Brace yourselves," he whispered through their mental link, not sure if he was comforting them or himself.

Just as he steadied himself, the queen hornet creature lunged at them, a blur of venomous barbs and chitin. Sinclair activated Hurricane Onslaught, feeling the wind churn around him as his body gained an unnatural speed. He dodged to the left, his axe slicing the air where the monster had been a fraction of a second before. Before he could take another breath, the creature was on him again, its limbs slashing wildly. Sinclair blocked with his axe, but felt the force of the blow reverberate up his arm. This creature was strong.

Meanwhile, Chewy and Leia had their own battle. The cries from the tunnel had materialized into smaller but no less terrifying versions of the queen hornet. The direwolves fought back-to-back, their fangs and claws tearing through chitinous armor whenever they found an opening, their war-collars emitting bursts of energy that scorched their assailants.

Sinclair was struggling to land a solid hit on the queen hornet. For every dodge, parry, or swing of his axe, the creature seemed to have an answer. Its agility was incredible, its attack pattern unpredictable. With a surge of desperation, Sinclair channeled his mana into his axe, activating Savage Cleave. The blade glowed an incandescent blue, humming with bottled ferocity. As the creature lunged at him again, he unleashed the pent-up energy in a sweeping arc.

The blast connected, tearing a gash in the creature's side and sending it spiraling back, shrieking in agony. But this only seemed to anger it more. With a frenzied cry, it attacked again, faster and more furious than before. Sinclair felt a searing pain in his leg as one of the creature's barbs found its mark. Gritting his teeth, he downed a health potion, feeling the wound close up but the pain linger.

His attention was pulled back to the fight by a cry from Chewy. One of the smaller creatures had latched onto his flank, its mandibles digging deep. Without a second thought, Sinclair hurled his axe, activating Telekinesis to guide its path. The weapon spun through the air, striking the creature and knocking it off Chewy before returning to Sinclair's outstretched hand. But this momentary distraction had given the queen hornet an opening. With a deafening screech, it lunged at him, barbs extended, aiming for his heart.

With the screech still reverberating in the air, Sinclair felt the behemoth of an insect hurtling toward him, a death sentence encased in chitin and venom. His mind processed the milliseconds stretching out before him as if the world had turned to molasses. Acting on instinct and a pulse of desperate ingenuity, he channeled his Aura of Intent, infusing it with every ounce of his resolve and battle-born fury.

Time didn't stop, but the creature and its hellish brood faltered, as if smacked by a physical force. Their momentary hesitation was a crack in their relentless onslaught, and Sinclair seized it. With a burst of speed granted by his last reserves of mana, he dodged the lunging attack, feeling the rush of air as the barbs whizzed past him, missing their mark.

Sinclair couldn't afford a sigh of relief. His body was screaming, the pain of the wounds from the previous engagement with the Behemoths still fresh in his mind, and the persistent assault of this new adversary causing even more. But the dance of battle left no room for weakness. He was immediately back in motion, axe swinging, dancing the brutal ballet of close combat.

Chewy and Leia were entangled in their own strife, their fangs sinking into the smaller monstrosities even as poisonous stingers sought chinks in their fur. Leia's war-collar crackled with magical energy, shooting out sporadic bursts that decimated the lesser foes, but the collateral toll was apparent. Chewy had a noticeable limp, and Leia's movements were slowing down.

In a back-and-forth that was as much a test of endurance as skill, Sinclair and the queen hornet traded blows. Each attack Sinclair landed chipped away at the creature's carapace, but also drained him further. His mana was nearly depleted, and he felt the aching protest of his muscles with each swing of his axe. He had health potions, but gulping one down would require a break in combat he couldn't afford.

Just as he dodged another frenzied swipe from the creature, Sinclair caught sight of Chewy and Leia finishing off the last of the lesser beasts. His heart soared. Relief and a renewed sense of purpose flooded his veins, momentarily overpowering the fatigue and pain. With a telepathic signal, he called his companions to his side.

The battle dynamic shifted. What had been a desperate struggle for survival turned into a coordinated offensive. Chewy and Leia flanked the creature, diverting its attention and allowing Sinclair to land a series of brutal hits. Their synergy was a spectacle—three warriors moving in harmony, each covering the others' weaknesses, united in purpose and resolve.

Sinclair felt the battle's tide turn in their favor, but also knew they were racing against the clock. Their accumulated injuries were taking a toll, and their stamina was dwindling. The creature was resilient, its alien anatomy capable of enduring punishment that would have felled any Earth-born foe.

As they fought on, Sinclair realized this was far more than a battle for survival. It was a clash of wills, a contest of spirit. And as he looked into the multi-faceted eyes of the creature before him, he could feel the hatred rolling off of it.

Sinclair grimaced as he felt the creature's spear-like mandible pierce his side, a hot lance of pain shooting through his body. His vision momentarily blurred, and for a second, he felt as if he were teetering on the brink of consciousness. But his resolve hardened. He was Sinclair, the first Wolf Lord of this new world, and he would not falter now.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, he summoned what remained of his energy, focusing it into the very core of his being. His Aura of Intent flared brightly, a beacon of indomitable will.

Seizing this momentary advantage, Chewy and Leia launched themselves at the monster. Their jaws snapped with bone-crushing force at its vulnerable joints, eliciting a screech of pain and rage from the creature. Its mandible withdrew from Sinclair's side as it swiveled its head to deal with the new threats, giving him the opportunity he needed.

Ignoring the pain and the flow of blood from his wound, Sinclair channeled his dwindling mana into his axe. With an anguished cry, he swung it in a high arc, pouring all of his remaining strength into the blow. His axe came down with a thunderous crash, cleaving through the creature's armored head and embedding itself deep within.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze. The creature let out one final, ear-piercing screech that reverberated through the cavern, before collapsing to the ground, its numerous limbs twitching in a final death spasm.

Exhausted, Sinclair staggered back, his axe slipping from his fingers to clatter on the ground. He looked at Chewy and Leia, both panting heavily but standing tall, their eyes meeting his with a mix of relief and triumph. The mental bond they shared pulsed with their collective emotions: exhaustion, pain, but above all, victory.

Sinclair slowly lowered himself to the ground, leaning his back against the still-warm corpse of the monstrous queen. He made a mental note to stop using corpses as loungers or he was afraid the system would award him a throne one day of monster parts. He placed his axe on his lap and took a deep, shuddering breath as he downed another healing potion, the liquid fire racing through his veins to mend his injuries.

His regeneration abilities were already at work, but he knew it would take time to fully recover, especially from the brutal damage to his side. For now, he was content to sit, to rest, and to share this hard-fought moment of respite with his loyal companions.

They were all breathing hard, their breaths coming in unsteady gasps, their bodies were battered and slowly breaking down. "Don't worry guys we'll go home sone", Sinclair muttered. As Sinclair closed his eyes, a sense of accomplishment washed over him, even as the sounds of their labored breathing filled the cavern. Sinclair slowly fell asleep right there against the Myrkr in a cavern that was miles underground in essentially enemy territory.

Chewy and Leia vigilantly patrolled the chamber, their keen eyes scanning for any lurking threats that could endanger Sinclair. "Well, little sister, can you believe it? I've finally reached level 25," Chewy mused, his voice tinged with a mixture of awe and introspection. "Who would've thought we'd find ourselves here?"

"I understand what you're saying," Leia replied, her eyes narrowing as she watched Sinclair's prone form. "But it worries me how he pushes himself so relentlessly. He's trying to shoulder the weight of the world, and it's beginning to crush him. He needs stronger allies by his side, and that includes us. The craziest part is he is the strongest I bet anyone has been at his level and experience and it still seems like not enough"

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Chewy sighed, his gaze settling on Sinclair, who was leaning against the massive body of the fallen Myrkr, snoring lightly. "I know, Leia. We're doing our best. Back in that pack we visited, we'd easily be the leaders. But here, facing the horrors he battles, we're pushed to our limits. Maybe it's time to ask him to activate his Huginn and Muninn skill, see if there's something more we can do to help."

"Or perhaps you could ask us directly," a hushed voice echoed from across the chamber. Instantly, Chewy and Leia focused their attention on the source of the sound. Emerging from the dim shadows were two wolves, even larger than they were.

Moving quickly, they positioned themselves between the newcomers and Sinclair, who was in no shape for another confrontation. "Who are you?" Leia demanded, her voice laced with authority and suspicion.

The two imposing wolves exchanged glances. "Has it really been so long that our own descendants don't recognize us?" one mused.

"It appears so," the other agreed, sounding almost forlorn. "Time has erased much, it seems. Young ones, we are the progenitors of your line, born in the service of the All-Father himself. I am Geri, and this is Freki. We've come to assess who has assumed the mantle of the Wolf Lord's chosen."

Stunned, Chewy and Leia absorbed the gravity of the revelation. "The ancient tales claimed you perished in the Sundering. Where have you been all this time?" Leia questioned, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"We've been alongside Odin, naturally," Freki answered, his tone matter-of-fact. "Where he ventures, so do we. He's expressed concern for your chosen one, Sinclair, and has sent us to assist you."

Geri stepped forward, his piercing eyes meeting theirs. "Before we offer our aid, we seek to gauge your worth. It's true that you serve a Wolf Lord, but we request that you open yourselves to us, to let us truly know you."

Chewy's ears perked up, his voice tinged with a trace of defiance. "What exactly do you mean by 'let you know us'? Are we talking about answering questions, or is this going to be some sort of trial by combat?"

"It's simple," Freki clarified. "Relax your minds and allow us to scan your memories since your first encounter with Sinclair. If we find your experiences and loyalty align with what's needed, we can offer our help."

Chewy and Leia exchanged skeptical glances, contemplating their options. The offer, though unorthodox, could be the extra help Sinclair so desperately needed. Besides, Geri and Freki were messengers of Odin, which lent a certain weight to their words.

Mutually arriving at a decision, they gave affirmative nods and relaxed their postures. Unsure of what would come next, they watched as Geri and Freki approached them, noses extended, and lightly touched each of their noses.

An eruption of light and memory enveloped them. They were yanked back through time to their first encounter with Sinclair, recalling vividly how he had defended them against the rampaging Ogre, fighting solo with all his might. The emotions of fear and pride surged anew; even back then, they had sensed his uniqueness.

They were led through a whirlwind of past experiences: battling bandits by Sinclair's side, unlocking the ability to communicate with him, standing beside him as he sought alliances among other wolves during his formative stages. Every significant moment was laid bare, each accompanied by the vivid emotions that had defined them. Chewy and Leia found their hearts wrenching when they relived Sinclair's desolate emotional state following his futile efforts to save a village. The impact of the losses on him was palpable, freshly raw in their minds.

The emotional tapestry receded, and Chewy and Leia found themselves back in the present moment. They could feel not only their own complex mix of feelings, but also a sense of pride and melancholy emanating from Geri and Freki. The older wolves felt a sense of sorrow for what Chewy and Leia had endured, and how those experiences had shaped them.

"Thank you, young ones, for sharing your journey with us," Geri began, his voice tinged with warmth and understanding. "We initially believed you were an ideal match for Sinclair, but the bonds you've forged go beyond what we anticipated. Such connections have only been rivaled by a handful of other soul pairs throughout history."

Freki turned to face Geri, locking eyes with his fellow guardian. After a moment of silent communication, they both nodded in harmonious agreement.

"In acknowledgment of your deeds and the path you've chosen," Freki announced, "we offer you our assistance in advancing your racial upgrades. Rest assured, Sinclair's safety is guaranteed under our watch. There's little left in these tunnels to threaten him—merely the remnants and riffraff of the once fearsome hoard. One of us will remain vigilant while the other assists you."

With those words, an atmosphere of solemnity settled around them, as if the very air recognized the weight of the moment. It was a juncture of affirmation and transition, a gateway to newfound strength in the battles that lay ahead.

Geri rose gracefully to his paws and gestured for them to come closer. "Since you both reached the necessary level during the recent battles, go ahead and access your screens. Look for the notification regarding a racial upgrade and wait for our guidance."

With a few mental commands, Chewy and Leia opened their virtual screens and found the expected notifications. They looked back at Geri and Freki for confirmation. "Alright, what's the next step?" they inquired.

"Chewy, you can proceed first," Geri instructed. "Read aloud the choices presented to you. Unlike humanoid races that can only upgrade within their own class, animals have the option to ascend into different subspecies altogether. For example, Freki and I began as common wolves but are now Celestial Wolves."

Chewy's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he turned back to his screen. "I have two options here: TitanWolf and FrostWolf," he read aloud, clearly intrigued but also somewhat puzzled.

"Think of these options as specializations," Freki clarified. "Given that you're influenced by Sinclair's titles, a TitanWolf would likely boost your physical resistance and enhance your offensive capabilities. A FrostWolf, on the other hand, leans toward magical attributes and excels in ranged combat."

Chewy was immediately drawn to the idea of becoming a TitanWolf, given Sinclair's own affinity for Titans. Making his selection, he was enveloped in an intense, blinding light that carried with it a rush of searing pain.

As the luminescence absorbed Chewy, they turned their attention to Leia. "Now it's your turn. Follow the same steps," Geri said, his voice laced with solemnity.

Leia nodded in understanding. Activating her screen, she scanned her options and read them aloud. "I can choose between GlacierWolf and AetherWolf."

Geri and Freki exchanged an intrigued look as Leia made her selection. "Glacierwolf is a fine choice, brimming with ice and cold-based skills, perhaps even some enhancements in speed. But Aetherwolf is a rarer breed, enhancing your existing magical abilities, particularly in ice and healing. You'd also likely gain a unique skill related to the Aether, a mysterious and often underestimated form of magic," Geri explained, his tone tinged with excitement.

Unable to contain her enthusiasm, Leia interjected, "I'm definitely choosing Aetherwolf." No sooner had she made her selection than her world became a swirling vortex of intense white light and searing pain.

The ethereal spheres of both wolves spun in place for over ten minutes. Finally, the light around Chewy began to dissipate. He emerged from the transformation, his eyes ablaze with a fire so intense it seemed capable of rivaling the sun. Now standing just over four feet tall at the shoulder, his powerful frame had bulked up even further.

Taking a few steps to acquaint himself with his new form, Chewy couldn't help but admire the changes. His fur had morphed into a stunning blend of silver and gunmetal, contrasting sharply with his gleaming steel-like claws. Overwhelmed with anticipation, he was eager to test out his enhanced body and new abilities. A quick glance at his status screen confirmed that his stats had received a significant boost, with a universal increase of 20 points across all attributes. To top it off, he had acquired two new, intriguing skills.

Quake Paw - Slam the ground with immense force, creating a shockwave that disorients enemies, reducing their attack speed and movement speed for 6 seconds.

Heavyweight - Any enemy that attacks the Titan Wolf is inflicted with a "Burdened" debuff, reducing their attack speed by 10% for 3 seconds. Stacks 3 times.

As Chewy reveled in his newfound power, all eyes turned back to Leia. The light surrounding her was beginning to fade, heralding the emergence of the Aetherwolf.

The orb of light that enveloped Leia finally dissipated, revealing her in her newfound form. She touched down gracefully, her size unchanged but no less imposing—standing just over three feet at the shoulder. What captured immediate attention, however, was her coat: a lustrous, pearlescent sheen that seemed to shimmer and shift in the ambient light, defying any single color description.

Taking a few exploratory steps, Leia's eyes met Chewy's new fiery gaze. "You look incredible, Chewy. You're like an aggressive, metallic wolf come to life!"

Chewy beamed, visibly pleased. "Coming from you, with that ethereal coat, that's a compliment. I gained two awesome new skills. What about you?" He quickly relayed the details of his new abilities, his voice tinged with excitement.

"Hold on, let's see." Leia called up her status screen, her eyes widening as she skimmed through the information. "Wow, I've gained three new skills: two are passive and one's for combat."

Healing Blizzard - Create a swirling snowstorm in a small radius that heals allies over time while damaging and slowing enemies.

Aether Affinity - Gain a 20% increase in mana regeneration. Increased all Aether based skills.

Aether Echo - Your active skills have a chance to trigger a second time without consuming additional resources.

As both wolves reveled in their new forms and abilities, the weight of their evolution settled in. They were now even better equipped to stand by Sinclair's side, fortified by celestial guidance and legendary ancestry. It was a transformation that promised new adventures and challenges, but above all, it signified their unyielding commitment to their shared journey.

Chewy and Leia turned their gaze to Geri and Freki, gratitude etched into their expressions. "Thank you so much for this. These new abilities will make us far more effective in the battles that lie ahead," Chewy said earnestly.

"You've earned these enhancements, make no mistake," Geri responded, his tone unequivocal. "Even without our presence, your options would have been formidable. We're limited in the direct aid we can provide, but know that we'll do whatever we can to assist."

Freki sauntered over to where Sinclair lay. "I'd recommend heading home soon; they'll need you there. If you proceed through the tunnel over there, you can eradicate the nests this creature was constructing. That route will eventually lead you back to the main tunnel you descended from." With that cryptic message, Freki nudged Sinclair with her nose. A brilliant flash of light enveloped him, and he jolted awake.

Disoriented, he blurted out, "What— who's there? Chewy? Leia? Where are you?" His voice carried a tone of grogginess and confusion.

The two wolves stood patiently, allowing Sinclair the moments he needed to reorient himself. When his eyes finally focused and fell upon them, his reaction was nothing short of priceless. His jaw dropped open, and he stared at them, utterly speechless at the sight of their remarkable transformations.

"Agreed, we have much to discuss, but the urgency to return home can't be ignored. Let's move and fill you in as we go," Leia advised.

Without a moment's hesitation, Sinclair swiftly gathered his gear and looted the fallen monsters. Turning to Chewy and Leia, he simply said, "Lead the way." His unequivocal trust in them was one of the many qualities that endeared him to the pair. He didn't ask for explanations or hesitate; he knew they'd share everything in due course.

Buoyed by this silent affirmation of their bond, the trio wheeled around in unison and dashed through the tunnel, each step bringing them closer to home and the respite they so earnestly desired.