A Journey That Changed The World

Chapter 1097: Robert Bennett

Once, Mavis brought Archer and the two women hot chocolates, which made them happy as his phone pinged. He pulled it out and noticed it was Alexis texting him. [Grace told me you were here. Where have you gone, babe?]

He smiled when he saw this and replied. [Are you free now?]

The navy-haired woman said she was, so Archer summoned her using the dragon tattoo. Nancy was surprised when Alexa appeared beside him with wide eyes, glancing around and taking in the treehouse surroundings.

“Is this the Domain you’ve told me about, Arch?” she said while sitting beside him. It reminded me of the treehouse from that old film we used to watch.”

Nancy and Nyx watched this with fascination before the dragon woman asked the two women, “Do you ladies want to visit the death sisters with me? They’re lovely and are obsessed with our husband.”

Alexa and Nancy giggled as they turned to Archer, who waved them away, “Enjoy yourselves. I need to expand this place to waste more mana.”‘

After exchanging heartfelt goodbyes, the three friends descended from the treehouse and walked toward the sisters’ underground home. Archer focused intently as he poured mana into the Domain, channeling his energy precisely to expand the realm.

With each power surge, the landscape transformed, stretching into an almost infinite expanse. But Archer wasn’t finished yet. He stepped onto the balcony, gazing over his upgraded expansive realm.

“If anything ever happens to Thrylos, I’ll bring Draconia in here,” he mused with a satisfied grin.

Archer settled into his spot, taking a moment to unwind as he pulled out a hot dog. He took a bite while watching a flock of wyverns glide overhead. As he enjoyed the view, he attempted to open a Gate back to Thrylos.

The shimmering portal flickered to life but closed abruptly as darkness enveloped him. Archer woke up shortly and muttered, “Mana depletion is annoying.”

Following that, he stood up and teleported outside after informing the ladies. Archer reappeared in Isabella’s house, where the sisters were upstairs getting ready for their date as they gossiped.

He smiled before settling into the sofa while texting Darla. [Do you want to go out soon? I’ve been busy, but that’s over with now]

Archer sent the text as he closed his eyes and listened to the traffic outside, cars passing by, and families walking by. He instantly sensed the secret agents keeping away the reporters who tried to get close to the house.

‘I swear to god, if one gets in I will feed him to the Nightmare Ant,’ he thought as his phone went off.

[That’s okay, I have a meeting at my publishers in the afternoon. Would you like to come?] Darla answered.

Archer smiled when he saw the reply and sent one back. [I’ll come. What time should I come to your place?]

They continued texting, and he had to go there early in the afternoon. While sitting there, his senses picked up Micha’s and Isabella’s aura as they approached the stairs, ‘It’s flowing through their bodies,’ he mused.

The younger sister, Isabella, was the first to appear. She wore a long, flowing white gown that concealed her devilish curves. Her hair was tied back in a short ponytail, and she did a playful spin as she asked, “Do you like my outfit, darling?”

Archer nodded, captivated by her ensemble. He noticed her sandals, which showcased her adorable toes, and the nails painted white to match the dress. His desire intensified as he took in the beauty of the enchanting woman before him.

“You’re gorgeous, Bel,” he replied warmly, his gaze lingering momentarily before turning to Micha.

She wore a blue dress that matched her striking eyes. The fabric elegantly hugged her curves while concealing her cleavage-a detail he quietly appreciated. Like Isabella, she wore sandals that revealed her perfectly painted toes.

Archer shook his head before complimenting the older woman, “You look beautiful, Miche. Are you two ready to go?”

They both nodded as Isabella grabbed his arm and announced, “Big sister is driving, and she wants to go into Tampa and eat at one of the posh restaurants.”‘

Following that, Archer led them outside, where he spotted the reporters staring at them with wide eyes and cameras in their hands. He waved his hand and created a shimmering barrier using Mana Manipulation.

The people looked confused, but Micha and Isabella giggled at their shocked reactions. Once that was dealt with, the trio got in the car, and the secret agents ensured everything was fine. Micha pulled out of the driveway after the agents opened the gates. While driving along the road, Archer noticed a few cars trailing them, causing him to speak, “Hold on, ladies.”‘

He opened a Gate a few miles down the road, which surprised the pursuers. Archer chuckled as Micha commented, “What was that about Arch?”

“We were being followed, but now they’re gone,” he answered with a chuckle.

The sun was dipping low on the horizon, casting a warm amber glow over the road as they headed toward Tampa City. Archer leaned back, watching the city skyline come into view, its buildings sparkling faintly in the distance.

‘I can’t wait to get back to Thrylos and deal with the Alliance,’ he mused with a knowing smile.

Palm trees lined the highway, swaying gently in the breeze as they sped past. Micha adjusted the radio, landing on a station playing an upbeat tune that filled the car with energy. Archer glanced over, catching her relaxed smile as her fingers tapped the wheel in time with the music.

She turned to him, her brow creased with concern. “Did Ellie mention that your grandfather, Robert, is terminally ill? They’re saying he only has a few months left.”

Archer’s face mirrored her worry as he replied, “Don’t you both want to visit him? He’s still Grandpa, after all.”

“We want to,” Isabella admitted, sighing. “But the stubborn old man insisted we shouldn’t. He’s thrilled to see us happy now and doesn’t want us to worry about him.”

“Fuck that I’m going to heal him and bring the stubborn old bastard back to Thrylos,” Archer declared. “He spoiled me my whole life, and now it’s my turn to return the favor.” He flashed a quick grin. “I’ll be right back, my beauties.”

He opened a Gate to London and summoned thousands of Shadow Creatures before ordering, “Find Robert Bennett quickly!”

Following that, a shadow descended on the city until, half an hour later, one of the monsters found the hospital the older man was in. Archer flew toward it and realized it was the one he

was born.

‘St Thomas Hospital,’ he thought while Blinking to the ground below.

Archer shocked a few people in the surrounding area but ignored them as he entered the hospital and approached the front desk where a few older women were sitting. When a blonde

turned him, her eyes widened in horror.

“Can you tell me what ward Robert Bennett is on, please?” he asked while ignoring the looks and gossip that started.

The blonde nodded before typing away at the computer as she spoke, “Ward five on the tenth floor. Just take those elevators, and you’ll see signs of love.”

Archer gave her a charming smile, which caused the woman’s cheeks to go red as he left the front desk. Soon, he was standing in the elevator as people crowded in, and thanks to his unique look, they were sneaking glances at him.

Five minutes later, he was standing outside the entrance to his grandfather’s ward, which he entered and was stopped by a security guard. The fat woman blocked his path as she spoke, “Visiting times aren’t for another hour, mate; please leave and come back at the appropriate

time.”

“‘Shut up,” Archer responded before pushing her aside like she weighed nothing.

The woman was bewildered and tried to stop him from getting further into the ward, but he used Mana Manipulation to trip her over. He turned around as she smashed into the floor, -causing him to chuckle.

Archer continued walking down the corridor and noticed dozens of people coughing, which annoyed him. Shortly after, he arrived at a private room where a frail-looking older man stared out the window.

He stepped into the room and commented with a smug grin, “I’m not looking so handsome anymore. All the ladies would be running away from you, Gramps. What happened to the Father Christmas that used to bear hug me all the time.”

The old man froze, his back going ramrod straight as he slowly turned, eyes locking onto

Archer with sheer disbelief. After a beat, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously and yelled, “How the fuck do you know words like that, pretty boy? What are you, a damn alien or something?”

Archer couldn’t help but laugh as the old man ranted as he teased, “Still the same cranky old git Gramps. My death didn’t change you; did you even love me?” [Drop some powerstones, comments, and gifts to help the novel grow; I appreciate all the support you can give]