A Journey That Changed The World

Archer watched as the Terravian God rushed toward him, but he dodged one punch, a grin crossing his face as he lashed out. His face crashed against the foe’s chin, causing a loud boom to echo out. The enemy was sent flying toward the ground and crashed into it, making the ground shake.

He didn’t give the opponent any chance to react and surged forward, mana rushing over his body just as he slammed into the Terravian and started using his claws to tear into the being’s body; blood flew everywhere. Moments later, the creepy humanoid wasn’t given in and began to hit him.

Booms thundered through the air as the enemy’s blows shattered scales from his hide, but he shrugged off the pain and lunged forward, sinking his fangs into the humanoid’s shoulder. Bone crunched like dry twigs under the force of his jaws, wrenching a guttural scream of horror from the deity.

Archer shook his head, tearing skin, muscle, and bones. Arcs of blood exploded from the wound, sizzling against his skin, but the pain only fueled his rage, a fire that drowned out the searing agony of his own cracked ribs. With a twist, he pulled the shoulder free in a spray of gore and fractured bone, the severed limb dangling from his mouth like a trophy.

The enemy staggered back, clutching the ragged stump with its remaining hand, and blood poured out like a broken pipe. Its eyes widened in terror, the air around it warping as waves of fury combined. ”You, abomination,” it rasped, voice a fractured echo of thunder, summoning horrible-looking green chains that lashed out like whips.

When Archer spotted this, a wild smile crossed his face as he spat the mangled flesh aside and transformed into his massive dragon form. Once that was done, he reared up on hind legs, wings unfurling like shadowed sails to blot the sky. A bellow ripped from his depths, shaking the world.

They shattered against his scales, exploding in harmless blooms of light, and he charged, claws raking furrows through the stone, breath coiling hot and venomous in his chest, ready to unleash the inferno that would end the God. Moments later, a torrent of violet flame washed toward the enemy.

The Terravian God raised a shimmering shield of green mana, but the barrier buckled thanks to the power of his dragon flames. Cracks spiderwebbed across its surface, each fracture leaking pulses of green light. The God retaliated, hurling spears of molten fire that streaked like comets.

Archer twisted mid-charge, his tail lashing one aside while his scales absorbed another, the impact resonating like a struck anvil. Pain only fueled his rage. With a guttural snarl, he launched skyward, wings cutting through the air. The enemy chanted in a tongue older than worlds, summoning a vortex of more chains to bind his limbs.

But Archer’s sheer might tore through them; they disintegrated like ash in a storm. He dove down, transforming into his humanoid form, jaws wide, fangs gleaming like daggers. The God’s eyes widened in fear as his jaw closed around its remaining arm. With a whip of his neck, he flung the god skyward.

His wings snapped shut, and he coiled, muscles surging as he sprang after it. Claws raked through the deity’s body, shredding it into fading wisps. The enemy’s scream echoed, a sound that shook the stars themselves, but he wouldn’t give up. His tail lashed out, coiling around the Terravian’s throat like a noose of living iron.

As they plummeted together, Archer unleashed a final roar. His chest glowed with the promise of annihilation, and a second wave of flame engulfed the Terravian God. Its body unraveled, bursting into a thousand dying sparks that rained across the battlefield. The foe’s essence dissolved, leaving only silence.

Moments later, he slammed into the scorched earth. He used his claws to slow himself down before he slid along the ground. Triumph blazed in his eyes as he scanned the devastation he’d caused. Pushing himself upright, he grimaced thanks to his wounds, but soon they began to heal as his vision swam for a heartbeat.

He soon steadied himself as a portal tore open in front of him, revealing a picture of Thrylos, putting a smile on his face. With a weary sigh, he stepped through, leaving the ruins of the Terravian world behind. Following that, he reappeared in the palace on Draconia thanks to killing the God, allowing him to escape the realm.

It was deep into the night, shadows cloaking the palace corridors where the Oathkeepers stood like silent sentinels at measured intervals, ever vigilant against intruders. The halls lay hushed and empty, save for the soft glow spilling from a nearby lounge, where Maeve, Ashoka, and Inara lingered.

Archer, drawn by the murmur of voices, approached to find them gathered around a table, steaming cups of tea in hand as they spoke. When the three noticed him, their faces lit up with happiness. The Tigress rushed toward him and wrapped her arms around his shoulder, planting a love-filled kiss on his cheek.

”My love, we want to back out of the war to have the babies,” she admitted, her ears drooped down. ”The others will cover for us if you’re worried on that front.”

”No, I’m not bothered,” he revealed. ”We can pause it for now, we’ve taken two full continents and a part of Orientia. This will allow the empire to adjust to the billions of new citizens that are thriving under our rule.”

When the group heard this, they got even happier as Maeve spoke up. ”You’re not bothered? We thought you’d be angry with it.”

Archer shook his head, laughing. ”No, you ladies have done wonders for me since the war began. Take your time to relax and enjoy the rest of your pregnancy.”

Just then, he remembered the older brunette who was hurt during the first fight with the Terravian God. He turned to the trio and apologized. ”My loves, I have to go see Brooke; she was hurt before I got sent into the Terravian Realm.”

They all nodded in understanding as Archer vanished, channeling his magic through the intricate tattoo on the older woman’s arm to teleport straight to her side. Brooke lay in her sunlit room, propped against a pile of pillows on the bed, a worn book open in her lap. At his sudden appearance, she glanced up, her emerald eyes sparkling with unfeigned joy.

”Hello, my little light,” she murmured, setting the book aside. ”I’m so glad you’ve returned so soon. Our daughter is due any day now.”

Archer’s heart swelled at her words, a soft smile breaking across his face. He crossed the room in two strides, gently wrapping his arms around her and drawing her into a warm cuddle. He shivered when the older woman’s scent rushed up his nose. ”That’s good, the rest of the pregnancies should be due now.”

”Halime, Llyniel, Kassandra, Maeve, Ashoka, Inara, and Nala are all ready to pop,” Brooke revealed, ”Looks like you’ll have your hands full in the next few weeks.”

”Yes I know,” he replied, smiling. ”Gonna relax before the Alliance tries to attack us again.”

The older woman giggled before changing the subject. ”How was the realm you entered? Did you level it?”

Archer stiffened at those words, remembering his daughter, and decided to tell Brooke everything. By the time he was finished, the brunette was shocked by it all, but a giant smile appeared on her pretty face. ”I’m happy you met them. I knew your children would be special; this is something else.”

”They’re powerful but still young,” he muttered, remembering each one. ”I’m going to go see the babies soon, feels like forever since I have.”

”Good idea, I heard from the others that Tarek and Isis have missed you,” Brooke said. ”Nefertiti asked me to tell you to come see her once you’re done here.”

Archer nodded, sitting next to the heavily pregnant woman, wrapping his arm around her, and the duo stayed like that for a while as Brooke filled him in on everything she’d been up to. He found out that the brunette was helping the other women out with the pregnancies, as some had been moody.

By the time they finished, she grew tired and let out a loud yawn before he tucked her in, urging her to sleep. Once Brooke was letting out snores, he left her behind and teleported to Nefertiti’s room, where the twins were awake, but the succubus was sound asleep. When the babies saw him, they erupted into excited babble.

He quickly cast a shield around his pink-haired wife to keep her from waking up as he saw his twins. Archer approached, pulling silly faces at them, and climbed into their cot. They tumbled onto him, letting out excited noises as he picked up Isis, placing her on his lap as Tarek was standing up, leaning against him.

”Hello there, my little empress and my sweet boy,” he greeted warmly. ”It’s good to see you two, I’ve missed you both so much.”