A Journey That Changed The World.

Archer, Tiamat, Elizabeth, and Lady Death continued to speak while he made tea for them until the Dragon Goddess grabbed the president's hand and commented with a knowing smile, "Liza, give me a tour of this place. I want to see everything."

The mature brunette's green eyes gleamed before she turned to him. "Are you joining me in bed once you're done here?"

Before Archer could answer, Lady Death teased in a hopeful voice, "Can I join?"

This made Elizabeth trip over her feet as she answered, "If the husband wants you to join, then I don't mind."

Following that, Tiamat dragged the president down a corridor, causing Archer to chuckle at their silliness. He turned to the pale-skinned beauty, who was staring at her with her deep black eyes.

"Why do you want to have sex so much? We've met twice, and I don't feel like rushing into things or getting used to them," Archer said while sipping hot tea. "I don't use women for sex even if they are the Grim Reaper."

Lady Death nodded before suggesting something, "Why do you take me on a date then? We can get to know each other better."

"Sounds good to me," he replied with a charming smile. "Where would you like to go?"

She thought briefly before answering, "Let's go to a London Pub; I fancy a beer and some food."

Archer was taken aback but shrugged while sending Elizabeth a message. He grabbed Lady Death's hand and opened a Gate to his home city. The duo stepped through and appeared in a dark alleyway.

Once they arrived, he turned to death, but she became an average human, causing Archer to disguise himself. He now had black hair and blue eyes, while Death had blonde hair with green eyes.

He was struck by her beauty when she smiled before speaking, "Call me Morgana if you like; it's easier than Lady Death."

Archer nodded in agreement as she commented, "You're gorgeous, Morg."

Morgana beamed when hearing this before grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the alleyway, where they joined the busy crowd. They strolled through the bustling streets of London as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the city.

The chatter of people and the hum of traffic filled the air while street vendors packed up their stalls for the evening. Morgana's cloak billowed slightly in the breeze, her dark eyes taking in the surroundings with a quiet intensity.

Archer walked beside her hand in hand as the fading light glinted off the buildings. "It's always so alive here," he remarked, glancing at her with a faint smile.

"Many people die in this city," Morgana revealed. "My Reapers collect many souls here."' He chuckled at her words as they neared the River Thames, the water shimmering in the fading light. "No surprise there," he said with a smirk. "London's huge-there's always something going down in this city."

Morgana waved and stopped walking as she spoke with a giggle, "Want to see something special?"

He nodded in agreement, watching as Morgana waved her hand. The modern streets of London began to shift before his eyes. Old buildings materialized, and the people around them transformed, now dressed in attire from centuries past.

'What has she done?' he mused with a confused expression.

Archer watched them going about their daily routines, the scene rich with history. Though he quickly realized it was an illusion, its detail fascinated him, causing him to study it more closely.

That's when he realized Morgana was gone, and he was alone, standing on the side of a street. While there, Archer spotted what looked to be an elf, causing his jaw to drop open in utter shock.

He shook his head and muttered, "Elves were on Earth?"

"Yes, they were, darling," Morgana said, appearing beside him in witches' robes and continuing to speak. "This used to be my stomping ground, humans, elves, and dwarves living side by side. I used to be London's top Healing Witch when I disguised myself."

Archer shook his head before asking, "What happened to them then? There's no proof of their existence."

She frowned at his realization but continued, her tone sad as she led him toward the river. "Years after this, a human movement rose in the north, driven by hatred for elves and dwarves."

They passed by a group of human and elf children playing together as mixed couples walked the streets with smiles on their faces. When the duo reached the river, Morgana continued, "A world war followed, with the humans uniting. Thanks to their rapid birthrates, they won the war of attrition, wiping out every other race."

Her voice trembled with bitterness and sorrow as she unveiled a long-hidden secret, a history forgotten by the modern world. Archer listened silently, feeling sympathy for the ancient races now lost to time.

Still, he knew there was little sense in anger over events that had happened thousands of years ago. "It's tragic," he admitted softly, "but the past is beyond our reach now."

Morgana reluctantly nodded as she answered, "You're right, and now the humans are getting their karma as the world crumbles around them."

Archer chuckled at her words, but she brushed aside the illusion with a wave. "I haven't genuinely smiled since those days," she confessed with amusement. "That was until I met you, dragon. Watching you take those lives filled me with a thrill I hadn't felt in ages."

His smile grew when he heard this, but Morgana continued as she hugged his arm, "And there is a pull telling me to take that jump and become involved with you."

"So you want to be with me because of this feeling?" Archer questioned as the two walked along the river.

Morgana shook her head, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "That's just one part of it. As supernatural beings, we know who's good for us. You might not be as strong as I am now, but I see your potential; know I'm not one to judge a book by its cover."

Archer grinned before replying, "Well, we will see how we go, Miss Death."

The two continued walking along the river until they spotted a nearby pub. It was lit up on a cold winter night as people went in and out, which caught Morgana's attention: "Look Arch! We can eat there."

He guided her into the bustling establishment, where dozens filled the expansive hall. Morgana's knowing grin dancing across her lips led him to an empty table in a corner.

As they settled in, she looked at him with a playful glint. "What do you want to eat? I could really go for some meat."

Archer started laughing as he replied, "Hungry, are we? Be patient, woman, and you'll get

what you want."

When hearing this, Morgana beamed before a staff member approached with a professional smile, "Hello, you two. How can the Flying Fish help you tonight?"

"Can we get two specials and four beers, please?" Archer asked after studying the menu.

The woman nodded before writing something down and heading back to the kitchen. After that, Morgana spoke in a low voice, "Do you see that group of three men? They will die on the way home; the one in white will crash their car."

Archer's eyes widened in surprise; he was at a loss for words. Just as he was about to respond, she said, "There's no point in helping them. Fate will catch up to them eventually. Haven't

you seen Final Destination?"

"Yes," he answered with a chuckle, "So there's no preventing your death in the end?"

Morgana nodded, "You're correct; when it's your time, you can do nothing. Unless a certain goddess plucks you from the Soul River."

Following that, the two continued speaking and getting to know each other. Morgana found his life on Thrylos fascinating and wanted to learn more about it, which Archer happily told

her.

When the woman found out he had loads of wives, she grinned before commenting, "Won't be so bad to add a Death God to your harem; some people and gods will envy you." "Doesn't sound so bad if I'm honest," Archer said with a charming smile. "But as I said before, I wanted to get to know you better, Morgana."

The Death God of Earth smiled before the waitress brought their food, which looked like a bunch of meat and some vegetables. Archer thanked the woman as she returned to the bar to

get their beer.

Morgana's stomach rumbled, causing him to laugh. Her face reddened as she complained, "I haven't eaten all day! Don't mock me."

Archer shook his head with a smile, "I'm not mocking you, Morg; I find it adorable."'

With that, the duo began their meal, Archer savoring every bite. Moments later, the woman

returned with their drinks, setting them down on the table. Morgana eagerly leaned in, taking a long sip before letting out a satisfied sigh of relief.

As they continued eating, their conversation drifted to everyday topics. Archer discovered

that Morgana was a carefree spirit who delighted in life's simple pleasures. Her lighthearted nature and enthusiasm for the little things fascinated him.

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