A Journey That Changed The World.

Archer glanced at Ellie as she explained, "This troll is Sasha's and Cece's grandmother."

The brunette looked at the older woman rushing out of the garden and shouted, "Troll! There's no need to be rude to your family; he is also with the twins!"

When Karen heard this, she stumbled before falling over, causing Archer and Ellie to burst into laughter at her expense. Suddenly, she began screaming, prompting a man to rush over with a panicked expression on his face.

Archer raised an eyebrow, captivated by the unfolding drama. He glanced at his sister, who looked on with disdain. "That's Reggie, the husband," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "He's a total jerk and treated Aunty Bel horribly."

"Will he start?" he replied while staring at the man.

Ellie nodded, preparing to speak, but Reggie rushed over just as Karen regained her footing. Archer noted the tall and fat man; he appeared imposing to most, but Archer felt unfazed by his presence.

When the man got closer, he pointed at him and spoke with venom, "Who are you to claim my granddaughters? They would never go with a playboy like you."

Archer started laughing alongside Ellie as she replied, "Reg. You don't know anything; those two are hooked on him. Ask them, they won't hide it."

Raggie's face went bright red, but he pulled out his phone and smashed it away on the screen before putting it to his ear. Seconds passed, and Archer heard Cece's voice echo through the phone, "Hello, Gramps! How are you and Grandma?"

''We're fine darling," the older man replied. "Sweetpea, do you and Sash have a boyfriend?"

Silence hung in the air before Cece's cheerful voice sounded from the phone, "Yes! You have to meet him! He's so handsome and dreamy. And he has helped us out more than he knows!"

When Reggie heard this, his face fell further, but he asked another question, "What do you mean him? Isn't it them?"

"No, Grampa. We are dating the same man; I know it's weird, but all the rich people do it, and if I get to stay with Sash and our children grow up together, it all works out."

Archer and Ellie started laughing when they saw Reggie's face go several shades of red before he exclaimed, "I will not allow it! You two will find your own boyfriends to get married to and have your own families."

'No, they won't,' he thought before stepping forward, but the brunette stopped him. "They are feisty and have the old man wrapped around their little finger. Just watch what Cece says."

The blue-eyed twin's voice erupted through the phone, "Don't you dare dictate who we can be with! Dad tried that, and look how it turned out. You and Grandma can't control our choices; we love him, and that's final. If you can't accept it, I'm sorry, but that's your issue, not ours, Grampa."'

Archer chuckled at Cece's response, watching as the older man lost his composure and charged at him in a rage. Archer sidestepped and seized the man by the throat, effortlessly lifting him off the ground despite his towering size.

"Now Reggie, you have no right telling me who I can be with," he said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "The twins are mine, and there's nothing you can do apart from trying to get along with me."

After speaking, he threw the man out of the garden, causing him to land with a thud as Karen ran to his side. The older man wouldn't look at them while returning to their car; he waved at them before his phone started ringing from the house.

Ellie ran to grab it and answered it, "Sasha, he threw both of them out of the garden."

He laughed at the explanation, but the brunette wasn't finished. "Darling only did that because Karen insulted Mom, and Reggie was about to hit him."

She handed the phone to Archer as her own buzzed from the bedroom. When he lifted it to his ear, Sasha's voice came through. "Hello, El?"

"It's me, Sash," he replied calmly. "Sorry about the chaos, but they're just insufferable." "Don't worry about it, baby; they are annoying," she replied happily. "Lexi told me you're going to Grace's fight tomorrow. Make sure to meet her."

His eyes widened, but he quickly replied, "Of course. I'll call her once I get off the phone to you."

The two continued speaking for a while until she had to prepare for her classes. Archer was walking back to bed when his phone pinged, and a message from Elizabeth popped up.

[Arch! Help! Terrorists have taken over the building! We're trapped, and the other world leaders and I are hiding!]

Archer raised an eyebrow but didn't respond, activating his tattoo to teleport to her. In an instant, he phased out and reappeared in a vast room where groups of people were huddled at the back, terror in their eyes.

Armed men and women stood guard in front of them. Explosions and gunfire echoed through the building, and the wall was suddenly riddled with bullets, forcing everyone to duck. A scream pierced the chaos.

His eyes snapped to its source-Elizabeth, standing in front of a woman, her shirt rapidly staining with blood. The older woman smiled at him before dropping to the floor as everyone

panicked.

"The president has been shot!" someone shouted as others didn't know what to do.

Archer approached, drawing the attention of everyone in the room as he closed in on Elizabeth. She looked up at him, her beautiful green eyes locking onto his. He smiled softly and asked, "What would you do if I wasn't your other half?"

She coughed, blood staining her lips, but managed a weak smile. "I'd do the same. I have to protect those under my command."

"Stubborn woman," Archer muttered, shaking his head as he cast Aurora Healing over her.

A soft violet glow enveloped Elizabeth, mending the gunshot wound. Once she was healed, he rose to his feet and approached the door. The guards quickly moved to block his path. "Sir, you can't go out there! It's too dangerous!"

Archer chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't worry about me," he said confidently. "They can't hurt me. Now, let me show you humans how to deal with terrorists."

He glanced through the small window on the door, spotting a hallway beyond. Archer used Blink to teleport there, leaving the guards stunned. They scrambled to follow, but he quickly cast Cosmic Shield, sealing the room behind him.

Panic rippled through the crowd, but Archer paid no mind and started walking toward the rapid gunshots. Ten minutes later, he strolled into a hall where several men wore regular

clothes but balaclavas.

"These must be the terrorists,' he thought, excitement flickering through him.

One of the men spun around in panic as soon as he heard Archer approaching, his voice

trembling as he shouted, "Get down on the floor, or we'll shoot!"

The rest of the group quickly turned, weapons trained on him. His smile widened as he raised his hands in mock surrender, feigning obedience. The terrorists cautiously moved toward him, but as soon as the first one got close, Archer's smile turned into a smirk.

In a motion blur, Archer lunged forward, seizing the man by the throat. With a swift twist of his wrist, the sickening crack of bone echoed as he snapped the man's neck, then hurled the lifeless body at another terrorist, knocking him to the ground.

Chaos erupted as the rest of the group opened fire. Bullets tore through the air, only to ricochet harmlessly off him. His clothes shredded and burned away, but he laughed,

reverberating through the hallway.

"My turn," he said, eyes gleaming with dangerous excitement.

Without hesitation, Archer used Blink, vanishing from sight in an instant. The terrorists barely had time to react before he reappeared among them, tearing through their ranks like a savage

animal.

"This will scare anyone who finds it,' he mused with a smile.

Screams filled the air as bodies fell, leaving the survivors scrambling in terror. Panic-stricken,

they tried to flee, but there was no escape. Archer pursued them quickly, closing the distance like a predator was hunting his prey.

It took him ten minutes to finish all but one off; the hallways and rooms were covered in blood with chunks of meat all over the place. Archer was standing over the last man with a smile while drenched in blood.

"You seem like the leader of this lot," Archer said with an eerie smile. "I will eat your soul

before feeding your corpse to my Monster Army."

Following that, he cast Soul Render and ate the terrorist's soul only to find out several locations for the group, causing him to think, 'Now to deal with the rest.'

Archer dashed through the corridors of the building, recognizing it as a Canadian Government

facility from the sight of the red and white flag. He fought with a smile, enjoying every second

of taking down every terrorist in his way.

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