A Journey That Changed The World

Archer continued spending time with his women and daughters while the construction on Avidia was nearly complete, thanks to all the legions working hard. Months passed by the time winter came.

Draconia had locked down the southern continent and was now looking west. The evening air carried a gentle chill as he stood on the balcony, cradling Evelyn in the crook of his arm as she looked up at him.

Her tiny, warm body nestled against him, her soft breaths a quiet rhythm against the distant hum of the city below. Freya perched proudly on his right shoulder, her small fingers tangled in his hair for balance.

Neoma, ever the quieter one, rested on his left, her cheek pressed against his collarbone. Kela clung to him, her little arms wrapped tightly around his neck in a grip that was equal parts affection and mischief.

Her hold was so snug it drew a ripple of laughter from her sisters, their giggles bright and infectious in the twilight. ”Kel, must you always strangle me?” he teased.

He chuckled as he tilted his head to catch her sparkling red eyes. She only babbled in response, a stream of sounds that carried the unmistakable tone of delight. Her grip didn’t loosen, but her laughter joined the chorus of her sister’s, a melody of pure, unfiltered joy.

Following that, Archer lowered himself into the chair that sat on the balcony, its creak a familiar sound beneath the weight of their little family. He shifted Kela from his neck to his lap, her small form settling alongside Evelyn, who cooed softly as she clutched the edge of his sleeve.

Freya and Neoma slid down to nestle against his sides, their warmth a comforting anchor during the winter. The cool evening breeze tugged gently at their hair, and he reached for the thick, woolen blanket in his Item Box.

Following that, he wrapped it around his four daughters, tucking it snugly to ward off the autumn chill. The city lights glimmered faintly in the distance, a mosaic of gold and amber against the deepening indigo sky.

The balcony, their little haven in the palace, was decorated with potted herbs and a string of fairy lights that cast a soft, golden glow over the scene. He leaned back, his heart swelling as he looked down at the bundle of girls in his lap and arms.

Evelyn’s tiny hand curled around his finger, Freya’s head rested against his shoulder, Neoma’s soft hums vibrated faintly against his chest, and Kela’s restless energy finally stilled as she snuggled closer, her babbling fading into a tired sigh.

”Look at you all,” he murmured barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile moment. ”My little stars, lighting up the night.”

The blanket cocooned them in warmth, and the laughter from moments before softened into a quiet, shared peace. The world beyond the balcony faded, leaving only the gentle rustle of leaves and the steady heartbeat of a father surrounded by his daughters.

Just then, Hecate and Leira stepped through the door, their faces lighting up with the sweetest of smiles. The cat woman let out a playful exclamation, her voice bubbling with delight. ”There you five are! We’ve been searching high and low, you guys!”

At the sound of her voice, four tiny heads whipped around in unison, their movements so synchronized it was almost comical. The babies’ big, sparkling eyes, wide as saucers and glimmering like stars in the dusk, locked onto them.

A mix of snowy white and soft grey hair framed their chubby cheeks, each strand catching the light like a halo. Evelyn’s little nose scrunched as she squealed, Freya’s curls bounced as she tilted her head, and Neoma blinked slowly with her signature dreamy gaze.

Kela let out a gleeful gurgle, her tiny hands clapping in excitement. The sight was so utterly precious that Hecate clutched her heart dramatically, while Leira’s eyes sparkled with a soft, ”Oh, my goodness.”

”Look at those little faces!” the Moon Elf cooed, stepping closer with her arms outstretched, as if she could scoop them all up in one big hug.

The babies responded with a chorus of happy babbles, their voices made the air feel even warmer. Kela, ever the bold one, wiggled in his lap, her pudgy arms reaching toward her mother.

Freya giggled, her fingers playing with a stray lock of her white hair, while Neoma nestled closer to her father, her big eyes still fixed on the newcomers. Evelyn, the smallest, let out a delighted squeak, her hands waving like little starfish.

Leira crouched down to their level as she made funny faces. ”You’re all too cute for this world!” she declared, her tail flicking playfully as Kela tried to grab it.

Moments later, the elf knelt beside her, pulling a soft, knitted toy bunny from her pocket and waving it gently, sending the babies into a frenzy of excited coos and wiggles as they took the offering.

Following that, Archer handed Hecate the twins with a charming smile. ”Here you go, I know they need to be fed,” he revealed.

The Moon Elf took them happily as Leira grabbed Evelyn as he questioned. ”Where’s Sia?”

”She’s just got back to her room from working out,” the cat woman revealed while playing with the white-haired baby.

Archer inclined his head in a subtle nod, a warm smile playing across his lips as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss on the foreheads of the two women beside him, making them beam as they pampered the babies.

Moments later, he teleported into Sia’s room, the air around him humming faintly. A sharp yelp of surprise pierced the quiet, followed by Freya’s infectious giggle, which bubbled up like a spring of pure delight.

Sia clutched her chest dramatically, her eyes wide with mock terror before they crinkled with amusement. As the realization of Archer’s playful teleportation dawned on her, her laughter spilled forth, filling the room.

”You two are absolute devils!” she exclaimed, shaking her head as she tried to catch her breath. ”One of these days, you’ll give me a heart attack, and then where will we be?”

Freya’s laughter turned into a gleeful cackle, her small frame shaking as she curled into Archer’s arms, her silvery-white hair catching the light like a halo. Her joy was so contagious that Archer’s chuckle rumbled low in his chest, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Sia, still grinning, stepped forward with the grace of someone who had long since mastered the art of handling their antics. She gently scooped Freya from his embrace, cradling the giggling angel close.

”Hello, my darling,” she cooed, her voice soft and melodic, laced with affection. ”Have you been having fun with your silly Papa?”

Freya, barely able to contain her excitement, bounced in Sia’s arms, her tiny wings fluttering as she let out a series of delighted squeaks. The sound was so pure, so utterly joyful, that both of them dissolved into laughter.

Archer’s gaze softened as he watched them, his heart swelling with love for the two most important women in his life. Then, with a playful glint in his eye, he leaned forward, closing the distance between himself and Sia.

Before she could react, he captured her lips in a sudden, tender kiss. Sia froze for a heartbeat, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture, but then melted into it, her free hand reaching up to rest lightly against his cheek.

Freya, oblivious to the moment unfolding above her, continued to babble happily, her tiny hands clapping in rhythm with her private song. When Archer finally pulled back, Sia’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of surprise and adoration. First sееn оn МV4LЕМР|YR.

”You’ll never change, handsome,” she murmured, though her smile betrayed her feigned exasperation.

Archer only grinned as the room filled once more with the sound of their laughter, a melody woven from love, mischief, and the unbreakable bond they shared over the years.He lingered for a moment, his voice soft as he murmured heartfelt farewells to Sia and Freya as he kissed both of them.

Their faces, etched with warmth, remained vivid in his mind as he closed his eyes and summoned the familiar pull of teleportation. The world dissolved into a swirl of light and shadow, and the sensation of movement faded.

He found himself standing on the weathered tiles of the Ashguard Mansion’s rooftop in Plueria, a place he had not set foot in for years. The air here was different, heavy with the scent of ancient stone and the faint, briny tang of the distant sea.

The sprawling estate stretched out beneath him, its spires and gables silhouetted against the twilight sky, a monument to a past he had long tried to bury. As his boots settled against the familiar slant of the roof, a flood of memories broke free from the chains he had wrapped around them, rushing back.

‘I wonder if their still here?’ he mused after returning to reality. ‘Might as well check and cause some chaos.’