A Journey That Changed The World.

Archer watched as Brooke seized his collar, pulling him into a fierce, passionate kiss. As their lips met, a surge of warmth flooded his body, cracked bones knit together, and his strength returned in an instant.

'She's healing me!' he thought before returning the gesture.

The older woman let him go with a fierce smile. ''You should feel better now, Little Light, but don't rush off like that without us three, we pulled back because I was worried about Nala and the others.''

Following that, Brooke vanished with a smirk and suddenly appeared in front of the undead dragon before pulling her fist back and landing a powerful punch to its snout. A clap rang out as the monster flew back, but it wasn't hurt.

When seeing this, his eyes widened while thinking. 'How strong is this thing!'

Archer noticed the monsters' growing irritation just as Ari shifted into her Elemental form, launching an assault on the dragon. At the same time, Mary pinned its limbs and wings, holding it in place and creating the perfect opening for the others to strike.

While the three women attacked Tiamat's voice echoed in his mind. 'Use your mana to free the older White Dragon as the others distract it. Once your energy touches its body, you'll free the soul trapped inside.'

Following this, Archer used Blink to appear above the undead dragon with a big smile before hitting it with a powerful punch. A boom rang out, but this time the enemy crashed into the ground.

He dropped onto the dragon's body and started throwing even more punches but this time they were mana-infused strikes. Brooke, Mary, and Ari leaped back as the gray-haired woman shifted into her human form.

Meanwhile, he poured his mana into the enemy, causing it to thrash wildly in a panic. Despite its frantic struggle, he tightened his grip, refusing to let go. The energy burned as if it were bathing in lava.

It started roaring in agony as the pure mana destroyed the Terravians' control. While this happened, the enemy started trying to get him off its back, but he held on with a grin as he wouldn't be thrown off despite its actions.

He could feel the enemy weakening, but with a final desperate thrash, it managed to dislodge him because he turned his attention to the three women who were fighting a group of ecent.

Moments later, Archer was sent hurtling through the air, he quickly unfurled his wings, slowing his descent before landing on his feet. The dragon let out a strained growl, its massive bulk slumping further as his mana continued to rip through it from within.

A low chuckle escaped his lips before he shifted into his true form, his body expanding as raw power surged through him. Moments later, he had turned into his mountain-sized dragon form and shocked the enemy with an earth-shaking roar.

It froze at the sound, instincts warring against the corruption that controlled it. But it was already too late. Archer lunged at the dragon, determined to end its miserable existence. He slammed into the beast with full force, the impact shaking the ground beneath them.

His massive claws and razor-sharp fangs tore through its decayed flesh, rending sinew and shattering bone as he unleashed his fury, leaving the undead creature no chance to recover while struggling against his grip.

The enemy dragon roared in defiance and clamped its massive jaws down on him, but Archer only grimaced, choosing to ignore the pain. Instead, he funneled more of his mana into the rotting creature.

Pure energy overwhelmed the darkness inside, forcing the beast to collapse, writhing in agony as the corrupt magic was burned away from within. Following that, it became too much for the undead monster.

Archer watched as the dragon crashed to the ground, its massive body beginning to glow with the remnants of his purifying mana. With a deep breath, he shifted back into his human form, now drenched in blood, his body marred with deep lacerations.

But he paid no mind to the pain, his focus remaining on the fallen beast. Suddenly, a young-looking man appeared, his form translucent yet distinct enough for him to make out his features.

The stranger had long hair, pointed ears, and stood as tall as Archer, though his frame was noticeably slimmer. He shook his head to ask a question but the stranger interrupted him with a smile.

''Looks like she found someone who accepted her. I can feel Tiamat's mana all over you, young dragon,'' he said.

The former White Dragon stepped forward but halted as Brooke, Ari, and Mary appeared just a few feet away, their faces filled with worry. Archer met their concerned gazes before turning back to the fading figure, who gave him a bittersweet smile.

''I suppose their descendants were always meant to find their way to you,'' the dragon murmured. ''Please, take care of them… and Thrylos. I failed in my duty, but you, Archer, you are different from the rest of us. You have the strength to succeed where we could not.''

''They are everything, I'd do anything for them,'' Archer answered. ''As for Thrylos, it will be under my banner before the Terravians arrive with their armies.''

''Yes, young one,'' the former White Dragon said, his voice filled with both wisdom and warmth. ''I've seen the forces you've gathered from the other side, and know this, all the previous White Dragons are watching over you, cheering you on.''

A proud smile touched his lips as he added. ''After all, you've claimed most of our descendants as your wives which is a strange twist of fate because the same thing happened with me.''

He let out a small chuckle before his expression grew more serious, though the pride in his eyes never wavered. ''Just don't let the Dark Gods take you down before you become the second Dragon God, my boy.''

Archer waved him away with a confident smirk. ''Tiamat is protecting me from them for now while I grow stronger by the day as my mana pool increases, but it's strange how your descendants are still around after thousands of years.''

''They fled once the Alliance killed me during the war,'' the older man said before patting his shoulder. ''Now for the good news. Our Domains are located throughout the world and will be full of monsters that will be useful to you.''

Moments later, Archer watched the translucent being fade as it said one last thing. ''It was good to talk to you boy, Tiamat is a lucky woman to find someone as crazy as you to love a goddess.''

Following that, the old White Dragon shot into the sky as Ari rushed forward and started checking him over while casting healing magic on his body. Mary and Brooke appeared with curious expressions.

The brunette looked at him with a smile. ''Who was that man? And what were you both saying, all we heard was growls and rumbles,'' she inquired.

Before answering, Archer looked at the grey-haired beauty and spoke in a tired voice. ''Go collect the ingredient Morena needs for my grandparents, I want to head back to the Domain to sleep.''

Mary nodded and hurried away while he turned to Brooke, revealing everything he knew. The older woman's green eyes widened in shock as she suddenly pulled him into a tight embrace, pressing his head into her ample cleavage.

Archer's lust flared, but he kept himself in check, settling comfortably against her soft, inviting chest with a satisfied smile. Before he could fully relax, Ari, not to be outdone, pulled him into her embrace, using her generous curves to capture his attention.

Following that, the Elemental woman declared with a smirk. ''I will stick by your side until the war dies down, while Brooke and Mary watch over Draconia.''

The brunette's eyes narrowed but a voice from behind them agreed. ''That's a good idea, he needs one of us around him so the Terravians don't do anything stupid.''

Everyone turned around to spot Mary putting some strange-looking plant in her storage ring, causing Brooke to agree with a nod. ''Yes I suppose so, the Alliance Demi-Gods have been probing the Death Mist until one of us cast spells at them.''

Once the ingredient was collected, they returned to the Domain with Mary taking it to the necromancers who said it would take a few days to create the potion. While this was happening, Archer said his goodbyes before teleporting to Teuila.

The blue-haired woman was standing on the wall while looking at the snow-covered desert, which was constantly melting. She turned to him with a warm smile. ''A storm hit but the scouts believe the Alliance will attack again.''

''Even in this horrible weather?'' he responded with a disbelieving expression.

Teuila was about to speak but Sera landed on the wall beside them and spoke with a big smile. ''Yes. They think we've cut back on soldiers and war machines because of the snow storm.''

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