As Archer closed in on the Terravian Leader, he seized the creature by the throat and unleashed a cascade of violet fire directly into its face. The flames licked at the enemy’s skin, and it let out a scream of agony as if the fire were burning it in ways no ordinary flame could.

“This should weaken it, allowing me to beat it,’ he thought excitedly.

In desperation, the leader began striking Archer’s body with a flurry of punches, but he ignored the pain, sinking his dragon teeth into the creature’s neck. The Terravian, now panicking, hastily cast a teleportation spell, and in an instant, both of them vanished.

Ashoka, Maeve, Nyx, and Nancy appeared, flustered and alert. The orange-haired woman, Maeve, spoke urgently, “We need to get out of here. The storm will hit any moment, and the Swarm will come for us.”

Everyone nodded in agreement. Ashoka began casting her magic while Nyx unfurled her wings without wasting time. She grabbed Nancy as they all took off, flying swiftly through the skies and heading back to the safety of Michelle’s house.

In the meantime, Archer and the Terravian Leader appeared in a dark and gloomy tunnel with a crash. The creature punched him with the last of its strength before fleeing into the darkness as he recovered.

‘It’s escaping!’ he thought in frustration, sensing it sprinting away.

Archer was embedded deep inside a wall and just sitting there while his wounds were stitched together, but that didn’t stop the headache as he received a message from Maeve informing him that they had returned to Michelle’s house because of the storm.

He quickly agreed with their plan and climbed out, his eyes falling on the damp tunnel, which sent a chill down his spine. Archer felt the unmistakable presence of lurking monsters just out of sight, but he pushed the unease aside, focusing on the task.

After that, Archer tried to open a Gate, but a surge of green electricity erupted from his body, sending searing pain coursing through him. He gritted his teeth against the agony, struggling to think clearly.

“That poison is affecting my mana; it should burn out soon,’ he thought, forcing himself to stay focused despite the turmoil in his mind.

Archer stepped cautiously into the dark tunnel, the air thick with moisture and the faint scent of decay. Shadows danced along the damp walls, and the echo of dripping water was the only sound that accompanied him.

‘Let’s try to get out of here and back to the house.’

His heart pounded as he moved deeper, every instinct warning him of lurking dangers beyond his sight. With each step, the darkness seemed to close around him, wrapping him in an unsettling embrace.

“This place gives me the creeps; it’s like an underground world no one knows about.’

He strained to listen for any movement, feeling the unsettling presence of unseen eyes watching him. Archer couldn’t figure out where he was, so he started walking for hours until reaching an underground waterfall.

Water crashed into a large, clear pool, free from anything that would attack him. Archer started stripping off before stepping in as the warm water washed over his aching body, freeing it of blood.

“This is peaceful, maybe I can relax here for a while and let myself recover,’ he thought with a happy smile.

Archer observed as his body healed itself, blood washing away the remnants of his wounds. He closed his eyes, leaning back to relax and gather his strength as he drifted into a brief state of rest.

A little while later, Nyx sent him a message asking when he would be returning as the storm had started. Archer opened his eyes and tried to cast Gate, which opened to his surprise; he climbed out of the water before using Mana Manipulation to get dry.

After that, he quickly dressed and cast the Gate to Michelle’s back garden, stepping through the shimmering portal. As Archer emerged on the other side, he was immediately met by a fierce wind that whipped around him, dark clouds roiling ominously overhead.

‘Oh, this looks bad,’ he thought, scanning the turbulent sky, a sense of foreboding settling in his chest as he took in the storm.

While standing there, Maeve appeared beside him with a smile as she spoke, “Hello, handsome. What trouble have you found now?”

Archer was happy to see her and replied, “The Swarm Leader. I fought him, but he managed to escape into the tunnels, which was annoying.”

She laughed as it started to rain, causing Archer to cast Cosmic Shield around them. Afterward, he created some chairs as they watched the weather lashing the town. While sitting there, he handed her some burgers but noticed that she had a curious expression.

He shook his head, trying to dispel the heavy thoughts, before speaking. “Here, have something to eat, and tell me what’s on your mind.”

Maeve smiled gratefully as she accepted the food, taking a bite before asking, “So, how many women do you plan on taking here?”

Archer’s eyebrow rose as he didn’t expect that, but he quickly answered, “Not many; there’s Nancy, Pamela, Darla, Alisha, Ellie, and Aunt Bel. That’s all. I flirt with the others but stopped due to my charisma.”

Rising to her feet, she nodded thoughtfully and said, “I appreciate them, but you mustn’t toy with their hearts, husband. Please don’t give them false hope or flirt with them. It’s dangerous, especially since you’re a dragon-a friendly one at that.”‘

“Okay, I’ll stop flirting with other women and pay more attention to you girls from now on,” he replied with a smile, playfully slapping her firm behind as she turned to face him. Maeve released a surprised yelp, her grey eyes locking onto his before a smile spread across her face. The warrior woman approached, settling comfortably in his lap as she said, “I want some pampering, husband. Why don’t we watch the storm together?”

Archer nodded in agreement, a warmth spreading through him. He gently grasped her chin and leaned in, kissing her lips tenderly. Maeve sank into his lip, and she reciprocated while grabbing his shirt.

As they broke apart, the wind began to pick up, prompting Maeve to voice her concern. “Can you protect the town? I have a feeling people will die.”

“I could shield most of Florida if I wanted to, but it would drain me dry,” Archer replied with

a chuckle.

Maeve’s grey eyes sparkled with mischief as she challenged him, “I dare you.”‘

He rolled his eyes, then stood up after she slid off his lap. Focusing intently, he cast the Cosmic Shield, watching as it expanded and continued to grow, shimmering with protective

energy.

The violet shield expanded as Archer poured more mana into it, its brilliance illuminating the darkening sky. It enveloped Rosemary Beach and Panama City, gradually extending to cover

the entire state.

As the effort took its toll, he felt sweat trickling down his face. Archer funneled even more mana into the shield and felt a significant portion leave his body. The barrier swelled, blocking everything in its path, but the sheer size of the shield put a strain on him.

Tremors coursed through Archer’s body, a testament to the immense power of the largest spell he had ever cast. Struggling against the overwhelming strain, he felt Maeve wrap her arms around him, her presence a steadying force.

She leaned in, her voice a fierce whisper, “You can do it, husband! You’re strong enough to beat this storm!”

Her words ignited a flame of determination within him, fueling his resolve to push beyond his limits. Hearing that, Archer grits his teeth and pours more mana into it. Finally, the area of the US affected by the hurricane was protected by a shield that set the world on fire.

As Archer concentrated on holding the shield, Michelle, Ellie, Nyx, and Ashoka burst outside, quickly followed by Isabella and the twins. All seven halted in stunned silence, their eyes wide as they took in the chaotic storm above them.

The two older women stepped forward, worry etched across their faces. Isabella, her big blue eyes shimmering with curiosity, gazed up at the shield and asked, “Why are you doing this,

Arch?”

Before he could speak, Maeve interrupted, “He is protecting the land in the path of the storm. It’s stretched out of kilometers and will allow him to burn through his mana quicker than

most of his ideas.”

When the group heard this, they went pale. Ellie quickly pulled out her phone and yelped, showing everyone what she saw. The fight between Archer and the giants was on the screen, with the news anchor speculating that he was protecting the US.

“Brother! You’re on every news channel; they’re calling you the Earth’s Savior, fighting to protect everyone!” the brunette exclaimed, her voice filled with awe and admiration. Archer felt explosions ripple across his barrier as Isabella spoke, anger surging within him. With a fierce growl, he summoned a thousand Shadow Creatures, commanding them to engage the attackers threatening their safety.

The women watched in shock as the shadows vanished into the chaos. Half an hour later, the distant sound of explosions echoed through the air, a grim reminder of the battle unfolding

beyond the shield.

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