A Journey That Changed The World

Without a word, Colestah leaned down and wrapped her arms around him in a gentle, affectionate cuddle, her cheek brushing against his. “You handled that well, even if you looked half-asleep,” she teased, her voice low and playful.

Archer chuckled, returning the embrace. “I leave the talking to you. You’re better at it.”

For a fleeting moment, they stood close, the air between them charged with unspoken understanding. The Water Elf Queen, her eyes shimmering like the surface of a moonlit lake, slowly stepped back, her lips curving into a radiant, warm smile that seemed to light up the surrounding twilight.

”Very well, my charming guest,” she said, her voice as smooth and inviting as a gentle stream. ”Would you care to join me for a meal? I promise the delicacies of our realm are as enchanting as the waters we call home.”

Her tone carried a playful lilt, her gaze holding a spark of curiosity as she awaited his response. Archer nodded eagerly before answering. ”Yes, please. I am hungry.”

Colestah led him through the grand, shimmering halls of the palace, her presence commanding yet warm. The polished stone floors gleamed like liquid sapphire, reflecting the soft glow of bioluminescent orbs suspended in the air.

As they passed, maids and butlers clad in flowing robes of silver and azure stepped aside with practiced elegance, each offering a deep, respectful bow to their queen. Colestah acknowledged them with a smile.

Her blue hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall catching the light. Every gesture exuded kindness and authority, and the air around her seemed to hum with the quiet reverence of her people.

Turning to him, she continued their conversation with a gentle ease, her voice weaving through the palace corridors. While walking, Archer noticed the maids and guards avoiding meeting his eyes.

After a ten-minute stroll through the labyrinthine corridors of the palace, Colestah guided Archer to a detailed carved wooden door, its surface etched with swirling patterns reminiscent of rippling waves.

Moments later, she held the door open for him, her blue eyes twinkling with warmth. ”Please, make yourself comfortable here,” she said, her voice as soothing. ”I’ll fetch the staff to prepare us some meals.”

Archer nodded, an appreciative smile tugging at his lips, and stepped into the chamber. The room revealed itself to be an inviting lounge, bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of crystal lanterns that cast dancing reflections across the walls.

Plush seats were decorated with silken cushions, beckoning, their deep blue colours complementing the room’s peaceful atmosphere. He sank into the nearest chair, the cushions yielding beneath him like a gentle embrace.

While sitting there, Archer lay back to relax as he checked on the harem and realized they were all busy doing their things. He smiled while watching them either train or relax across the palace.

He shook his head before turning to Ella and Olivia, who were resting in their rooms while Edith and Meredith kept them company. His maid wives loved looking after the pregnant women, putting a smile on his face.

Ten minutes later, Colestah reappeared, holding a small tray of juice. This made his throat dry up, but the Water Elf handed him a cup. ”Here you go, Arch. This is some fruit juice. It’s delicious and you have to try it.”

Archer took the offered drink before taking a sip, and the taste of apples hit his tongue, making his eyes go wide in surprise. When Colestah saw this, she giggled as he spoke. ”It tastes delicious. I might have to get some more before I leave.”

Following that, the Water Elf sat next to him, smiling. ”I’m glad you like it. The food will be here soon.”

Once he heard that, the duo engaged in a spirited conversation about the Moonriver Kingdom and its peoples. Archer learned a lot from it and realized the Water Elves were nomadic and travelled up and down the shore.

Colestah revealed that some of her population preferred to live in towns and cities thanks to the life it offered. While sitting there, Inara’s panicked voice echoed in his mind. ‘Husband! the Alliance have arrived, they are attacking from the sea and land.’

Archer jumped up and quickly spoke to the Water Elf. ”Colestah, I have to get to Pluoria thanks to the Alliance attacking my fortress there.”

The brown-skinned beauty’s eyes widened in shock as she nodded. ”Go and help out; they will take advantage of you not being there.”

In a flash of shimmering light, Archer teleported from the serene comfort of the Water Elf Queen’s lounge to a chaotic battlefield where the air crackled with raw energy. He materialized beside Inara, who stood resolute as her red eyes glowed.

Her hands were weaving patterns as she unleashed torrents of magic into an oncoming swarm of Alliance soldiers. Blasts of vibrant, multi-coloured energy erupted from her fingertips, each spell detonating with thunderous force, sending men and women scattering through the air like leaves caught in a storm.

The ground trembled with the echoes of explosions, and the acrid scent of scorched earth filled the air. Nearby, Maeve and Ashoka fought with equal ferocity, their movements a blur of precision and power.

Maeve’s hands glowed with a fiery aura, her spells igniting the battlefield in bursts of crimson flame that forced the enemy to retreat or fall. Ashoka, wielding her blade infused with shimmering enchantments, danced through the chaos, her strikes cutting through the Alliance ranks.

The trio’s combined efforts created destruction, their magic and might holding the line against the tide of soldiers. Archer, his senses sharp and his own power stirring within him, prepared to join the fray, his eyes scanning the battlefield for the perfect moment to strike.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Archer unleashed a barrage of Mana Blasts, his hands crackling with arcane energy as he targeted the hulking siege machines lumbering toward the fortified walls.

The air hummed with power as his spells streaked through the afternoon sky, each one striking true. Upon impact, a colossal violet fireball erupted with a deafening roar, its radiant glow illuminating the battlefield and casting long shadows across the scarred earth.

The force of the explosion shattered the nearest siege engines into splintered wreckage, sending Alliance soldiers scrambling in disarray, their disciplined ranks broken by the sudden devastation.

Inara, Maeve, and Ashoka spun toward the source of the chaos, their eyes widening in surprise as they spotted Archer standing amidst the fading embers, a confident smirk playing across his lips.

”Hello ladies,” he said, his voice carrying a playful edge over the din of battle. ”Looks like the enemy couldn’t wait any longer and decided to crash the party.”

They all beamed at his words before the Tigress Ashoka spoke first. ”Arch! We’re glad you came. The Legions managed to save the last of the stragglers before the enemy could ride them down.”

”How many have we rescued since being here?” he inquired. ”Should be over one hundred thousand.”

It was Maeve who answered. ”Half a million, my love.”

Archer’s eyes widened at Inara’s words, a spark of satisfaction gleaming in his gaze as he nodded enthusiastically. ”That’s a solid number,” he said, his voice brimming with approval. ”It’ll give Draconia’s farms a real boost.”

His smirk widened, a mix of pride and anticipation, as he turned his attention back to the chaotic battlefield. Inara, Maeve, and Ashoka resumed their assault. Inara’s hands glowed, sending arcs of shimmering light that tore through flesh.

The orange-haired beauty conjured swirling vortexes of flame, each one engulfing clusters of soldiers in searing heat, while Ashoka’s enchanted blades danced through the air, her movements a blur of deadly grace as she carved a path through the enemy.

Archer, drawing a deep, steadying breath, summoned the primal power within him. His chest swelled, and with a thunderous roar, he unleashed a torrent of violet dragon fire. The blazing stream surged forward like a living entity, its otherworldly glow illuminating the battlefield.

The flames consumed everything in their path, reducing soldiers to ash in mere moments, their screams swallowed by the crackling inferno. The air grew thick with the scent of charred metal and earth.

The tide of battle shifted as the enemy faltered, their ranks decimated by the combined might of Archer and the three women standing resolute at his side. Afterward, the enemy retreated, causing the Draconians to erupt into cheers that shook the castle.

Archer smiled as the lioness Inara embraced him, beaming as she whispered. ”Thank you, handsome.”

Abruptly, the older woman leaned in, her lips meeting his in a fervent kiss as he gently held her waist. Their embrace deepened, uninterrupted until Maeve stepped forward and moved Inara aside, capturing his lips in a bold kiss of her own.

[Sorry for the lack of updates. I’m having some personal issues causing me to look for a new place to live. I’ll be updating every day for as long as I can]