A Journey That Changed The World.

Archer and Morgana continued with their date until both were finished eating; while doing that, the waitress approached with a friendly smile and gave them the bill, "Here you go, you can pay at the counter when you're ready."

Following that, the Death Goddess glanced at him before suggesting, "Do you want to go on a walk, Arch? It might be cold, but we can wrap up."'

"Sounds good to me," Archer responded while standing up. "Let me pay the bill, and we'll leave."

He approached the counter where a young man stood behind; when the waiter saw him, he smiled professionally, "Are you here to pay? Can I see your bill, please?"

Archer handed over the slip of paper as he took out his phone as the man typed in the total on the payment machine. He swiped it before returning to Morgana, who was waiting with a beautiful smile; she took his arm as the duo left the pub.

The wind and rain lashed against them as they stepped outside, sending a chill down their spines. In response, Archer swiftly cast Cosmic Shield, creating a shimmering barrier that deflected the harsh elements.

Thanks to Mana Manipulation, he heated the air inside the shield, wrapping it in comforting warmth despite the storm raging around them. The couple then started walking down the street and watching the surroundings.

People passed by while chatting about life, just as Morgana commented, "Humans have such peaceful lives; they couldn't imagine living for thousands of years and seeing every friend you made die."

"It must be hard," he said softly, pulling the Death Goddess closer. "But at least you were there throughout their lives. Now, though, you're surrounded by people who will live for thousands of years."

Morgana stopped walking; a small smile appeared as Morgana turned her dark, mysterious eyes on him. Without a word, she tiptoed up and quickly kissed his cheek before speaking happily, "Thank you, Arch, but how will Maeve live for long? She's human, after all?"

Archer chuckled while shaking his head, "No, she is now a dragon with a humanoid form that resembles a human."

The Death Goddess grew confused, and an adorable expression appeared as she questioned, "How does that work?"

After that, Archer told her the basics of his Dragon Synergy skill and how it works, which fascinated the woman. Shortly after explaining, they strolled side by side through the busy streets of London as the city was bathed in the soft glow of streetlights.

"This place never changes,' he mused while glancing around.

A mist hung low, swirling around their feet, muffling the distant hum of the city. Above them, the moon peeked through the clouds, casting a silver sheen over the wet cobblestones. The Thames shimmered in the distance, its dark waters reflecting the occasional flicker of light. Morgana's eyes lingered on the weathered stone buildings; they bore the weight of centuries. As they neared the Tower of London, her expression darkened, a flicker of anger igniting in her gaze.

She spoke, her voice laced with contempt. "I was there when the new king raised this place. A brutal tyrant, he slaughtered thousands during the Harrying of the North."

Archer grew interested but asked a question, "If that sickens you, then you shouldn't like me; I've killed millions since getting my powers."

Morgana glanced at him, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips. "I lost many friends during that war," she confessed softly, her eyes distant. "It's why I despise that time so much. And as for not liking you... did those people deserve to die?"

He paused, considering her words, before giving a nod. "They always attacked me. There were... accidental deaths, but it was never my intent."

The Death Goddess held his gaze momentarily; then her expression softened into a smile. "Well, dragons are violent creatures by nature, and you've shown remarkable restraint since coming to Earth."

Archer started laughing before the two continued walking along the River Thames while watching the boats passing by. The couple got to know each other better but soon returned to the White House.

As the duo stepped through the Gate, they saw Elizabeth and Tiamat chatting. When the two women spotted them, they smiled as the dragon goddess stood up and approached Archer with glowing eyes.

'What is she up to now?' Archer thought with a grin.

She hugged him tightly while whispering, "You've nearly cleared Earth of the Swarm, but there's some unfortunate news as the creatures are regrouping on Thrylos to get their revenge."

Archer chuckled at her words, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I still have the Domain and the Monster Army to check on," he said, a spark of energy in his voice.

The Dragon Goddess giggled, her eyes playful. "Go on, then. I'll keep these ladies busy with some gossip about you in the meantime."

He grinned, nodding in agreement before leaning in to kiss her, Elizabeth, and Morgana. The Death Goddess was caught off guard and blinked in surprise but soon softened, her expression brightening with unexpected happiness as she accepted the affection.

Archer teleported into the Domain, only to be struck by the breathtaking sight before him. A vast jungle stretched in every direction, its thick vegetation blocking his sight, 'Why has this place grown so much? Was it still sucking mana from me?' he thought.

Towering trees, their trunks thick and ancient, pierced the sky, their sprawling canopies casting shadows on the forest floor. Vines twisted between branches, and the air buzzed with the sounds of unseen creatures.

He launched into the sky without wasting a moment, soaring above the dense jungle. As far as his eyes could see, the vast sea of greenery stretched endlessly, but a thin plume of smoke caught his attention in the distance.

His wings beat with purpose as he flew toward it. Below, he could feel the aura of thousands of creatures moving beneath the treetops.

As Archer flew, he remembered ordering the Stone Men to kidnap creatures from across Pluoria before they shut him out of the domain. That's when he spotted a plume of smoke rising into the air.

When he descended toward the wooden cabin, a spell came hurtling toward him before he could touch the ground. The magic was canceled out upon impact, but the sheer force knocked

him off balance.

With a sharp jolt, he spiraled down, crashing through the thick canopy and into the jungle below. Branches snapped, leaves scattered, and he hit the ground hard, surrounded by the

dense vegetation.

Groaning, Archer rose to his feet, his eyes narrowing as he scanned his surroundings. Before he could take another step, a gorgeous woman with snow-white hair and piercing blue eyes

charged at him; her fury was apparent.

'Looks like she's angry at me,' he chuckled. 'Well, its not my fault.'

The air around her crackled with rage, but Archer couldn't help but smile. 'Morena. Looks like you've gotten stronger, too,' he mused.

Without hesitation, she began swinging her tiny fists at him, each punch filled with power, but Archer stood firm, letting them land harmlessly against his chest. The blows bounced off him, leaving Morena wide-eyed with shock.

'Got ya bitch,' he thought with a smirk.

In one quick motion, he wrapped his arms around her thick waist, pulling her close before she could react. He kissed the mature necromancer without warning, and the fury vanished

instantly.

Morena melted into the embrace, returning the kiss while her hands cupped his cheeks. She pressed her body against his, her full breasts pushing against his chest as the tension between them shifted into something far more personal.

Archer and Morena slowly separated. The older woman was about to speak, but he interrupted her by leaning in close, whispering, "Become mine, and I'll give you the baby you desire. But remember, I won't rush something as precious as a child."

Morena's expression shifted, intrigue mixing with desire as she considered his words. Her blue eyes gleamed before she nodded, "Sounds good, but we want an explanation why you

haven't come to visit in years."

"I'm sorry about that, beautiful; the Swarm activated a worldwide spell that blocked all forms of teleportation," Archer explained as the older woman grabbed his hand and started

walking.

Morena shot him a sidelong glance before asking, "Why did it take you years to return? Wouldn't it have been easier to deal with the spell sooner?"

Archer's brow furrowed as he explained the wars ravaging the land and the Alliance now

threatening to engulf his kingdom. When the seasoned necromancer heard his tale, she halted, fixing him with a steady gaze.

"Make us your women, and we will give you our everything. We've spent years considering

our choices, and we want you to accept us," she declared severely.

He stopped walking with narrowed eyes, and with suspicion in his voice, he questioned, "Why

do you want to jump in my bed suddenly? What are you up to?"

Morena looked offended and defended herself, "You don't know, do you?"

Archer shook his head in confusion, causing the mature necromancer to smile as she led him

back to their home and spoke, "We will explain over some tea."'

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