A Journey That Changed The World.



Arched studied the creepy-looking humanoid and asked in a curious voice. "Who or what are you?"

The creature hissed in response, a guttural sound that would scare anyone else, but it didn't bother him anymore.

Now that they couldn't communicate, he scanned it to see what it was.

[Nyxian(Mutated Human)]

[Rank: D]

When Archer saw this, he knew these creatures were the citizens of this city, but what confused him was how they were still living.

As he thought to himself, Zahara hissed before speaking. ''It's the evil magic. It gives them life, but as a slave. The people are still in there but are trapped.''

''How do you know that?'' Archer asked as he looked at the little snake on his shoulder.

The little snake answered in her usual sweet voice. ''I'm an Astral Sepernt master. My magic allows me to see all around me.''

When he heard this, his greedy eyes shone as he asked in a curious voice. ''Can you see any treasures?''

Zahara looked at him before nodding her head. ''Yes. There are three buildings full of gold and gems master. Why?''

Archer's violet eyes glowed with greed before asking. ''Can you show me the buildings?''

The little snake guided him towards the first building, which was worn and weathered. Archer didn't want to search for it, so he devised a brilliant idea.

He placed his hand on the building's exterior and tried to store the whole building in his Item Box.

To his astonishment, a surge of mana flowed through him. The ancient structure and the treasure inside began to shimmer and fade.

The entire building instantly vanished into Archer's Item Box. The abrupt success of this unorthodox approach left Archer momentarily stunned.

He stared at his hand, the realization of what he had just done sinking in. A grin slowly spread across his face as he looked at Zahara.

"Well, that's one way to do it," he chuckled, marveling at the newfound efficiency.

With that done, he traveled to the other buildings and did the same thing while using the Shadowspawn to fight the Nyxians.

He cast Shadowspawn dozens of times and ordered the creatures to hunt down any humanoids they found and butcher them.

After doing that, Archer continued his journey through the remains of the old city, and shadows seemed to stir around him.

From the hidden crevices and rooftops, even more, Nyxians lurked in the forsaken city and emerged with predatory hunger.

They lunged at Archer with eerie silence, their black forms blending seamlessly with the shadows around him.

But he was not caught off guard and dodged all their attacks. His keen dragon senses detected the subtle disturbances in the air.

Before the creatures could reach him, his Shadowspawn, loyal entities that appeared from the darkness, sprang into action.

The Nyxians, with their twisted features and malevolent intent, met a formidable enemy in the form of Archer's shadowy minions.

Creatures clashed in a dance of darkness, the air crackling with suppressed energy. Shadowspawn moved with eerie grace, countering the Nyxians' every move.

Initially confident, the humanoid creatures were outmatched by the supernatural entities conjured by Archer's magic.

The Shadowspawn worked seamlessly as a team, encircling the Nyxians and attacking from multiple directions.

They fought fiercely, but the ethereal nature of the Shadowspawn made them elusive targets.

Tails struck like coiled springs, impaling Nyxians with swift precision. Talons tore through shadowy flesh, leaving trails of darkness in their wake.

Each deadly swipe sent razor-sharp claws slicing through the creatures' forms, rendering the humanoid figures lifeless on the ground.

 As the Shadowspawn fought with the Nyxians, Archer noticed many more creatures charging toward him with hunger radiating in their red eyes.

Grinning when he saw this, his hands glowed with celestial energy as he cast Celestial Beams.

The beams streaked through the air, illuminating the surroundings with their violet glow. As they struck the Nyxians, the creatures recoiled, screaming in pain.

Archer kept casting the spell, and the violet light burned many creatures to ash as they came close, but just for safety, he cast Crown of Stars.

The motes appeared and floated around him and only activated when a Nyxian came close, which was instantly killed.

Their lifeless bodies dropped to the ground with thuds. Zahara coiled around his neck and hid herself.

The humanoid creatures were finished quickly between Archer's spells and the Shadowspawn. 

He didn't bother collecting their hearts; the idea of eating something experimented on by the Swarm was disgusting to him.

After that, Archer resumed his search for a tunnel and soon found one.

[On an Island east of the central continent]

An older man sat outside a beautiful house atop a hill overlooking the island. Short silver hair framed his face, and silver eyes reflected the wisdom and experience of his long life.

Silver scales ran down his body, reminiscent of Archer's white ones. The man looked out to the sea, observing dozens of high-elf ships passing by.

As he absorbed the maritime scenery, a woman of the same age appeared and spoke, ''Aslan, have you heard the news Harold brought?''

Aslan turned to see his wife, appreciating the timeless beauty of her silver hair and the captivating glow of her violet eyes, reminiscent of stars in the night sky.

He shook his head. ''No, Tiamara my love. What has the silly human told you now?''

Tiamara approached Aslan, her expression carrying a mixture of concern and urgency. "Aslan, there's news from the Pluoria continent to the west. A new white dragon has appeared, causing quite a stir, and the boy seems to be entangled in some trouble with the Church of Light."

His silver eyes widened with interest and concern. "A white dragon, you say? This could complicate matters. What trouble has it gotten into with the Church?"

The older woman relayed the details of the events, explaining the encounters, misunderstandings, and escalating tensions involving Archer and the Church of Light.

As the narrative unfolded, Aslan's thoughts deepened, thinking about the potential ramifications of such a situation.

The balcony fell into a silence as the two started thinking to themselves. But soon, the air around them changed, and a powerful aura washed over them.

That's when Aslan exchanged a knowing glance with Tiamara, and together, they gracefully knelt.

A gentle breeze swept through the air, carrying with it the aura of a goddess. The silence deepened.

Aslan could feel the subtle shift in the mana around him that he knew all too well, a sign that the Dragon Queen was about to make her presence known.

Tiamat appeared on the balcony, adorned in a beautiful white dress that shimmered in the sunlight.

She stood on the balcony, her long, flowing white hair cascading like a snowy waterfall. The radiant strands gleamed as they caught the sunlight, creating an ethereal aura around her.

Her glimmering white scales reflected the light, giving her an otherworldly beauty. The scales seemed to dance with a soft luminescence, emphasizing her divine presence.

Like radiant stars against the canvas of her white features, Tiamat's violet eyes shone with a wisdom that surpassed mortal understanding.

Her eyes held a timeless depth, echoing the eons of her existence. With a benevolent smile, Tiamat stepped forward.

"Aslan, Tiamara," she greeted them with a melodic voice, "rise, my faithful ones."

The couple stood, their eyes expressing both respect and devotion. He asked with reverence, "Great Tiamat, what guidance can you offer us in these uncertain times?"

Tiamat spoke to the couple gently yet commandingly, "Both of your devotion has not gone unnoticed. You are my greatest supporters, and your prayers have resonated through the ages."

The couple listened as Tiamat continued, "However, a matter requires your attention. The white dragon needs guidance. He shies away from training and always finds himself in troublesome situations.''

When she thought about Archer, a smile appeared as she remembered their kiss, which caused her to laugh.

Tiamara smiled before asking in a respectful voice. ''What and who is the white dragon, my goddess?''

"Ah, Archer," she began, her eyes twinkling affectionately. "He may not be a king yet, but he is certainly a force to be reckoned with."

She continued to speak of Archer, and her expressions shifted from regality to a more personal warmth. "His cheekiness knows no bounds, and his antics have a certain charm. I find myself amused by his adventures and misadventures alike."

As Tiamat spoke, Aslan and Tiamara exchanged knowing glances. Tiamara couldn't help but smile at the evident fondness in her words.

Playfully, she teased, "Is there a white dragon king now?"

Tiamat locked eyes with the older woman while sporting a sly grin. She answered. "Not quite yet, my dear Tiamara. Brace yourself for the cheeky boy. You might want to hide away your daughter and granddaughter—before you know it, he'll swoop in, sprinkle a bit of his charm, and you'll have little dragon's running amok on the island."

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