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nArcher took a seat and waited for the Shadowspawn. Scar approached him. With a nudge from its large head, he guessed what the tiger wanted.

nHe discerned the tiger’s desires and conjured a portal leading back to Sia, who was journeying through the Summerfield Duchy with his grandfather.

nThe prospect of the tiger reuniting with his beloved brought a hearty laugh from him, acknowledging his grasp of the beast’s intentions.

nWhen Scar saw this, he licked Archer goodbye before stepping through it. While this happened, the girls sent him a message asking where he was.

nAssuring them that he was bandit hunting, Archer eased their concerns, and they encouraged him to enjoy his mission.

nFollowing this, the Shadowspawn finished their task, delivering almost a thousand hearts to him. 𝘳𝘦.𝒸𝑜𝘮

nThey watched as he stored them in his Item Box before directing his focus to the treasure. One hundred chests filled with gold coins, gems, paintings, and various items.

nArcher’s enthusiasm peaked as he stored the treasures before dismissing the Shadowspawn.

nWith satisfaction, he surveyed the bandit camp, now ablaze, and resolved to obliterate it.

nInhaling deeply, he expelled a torrent of violet dragon fire that consumed the remaining structures in its brilliant embrace.

nArcher summoned his wings and ascended, ready to confront the other bandits scattered across the Riverlands.

nAfter flying for a time, he reached the next camp. Yet, this one was smaller than its predecessor, prompting Archer to descend and land gracefully on a branch.

nHe learned the camp’s layout from the tree he was in a massive tent. Presumably, the leaders were encircled by smaller tents and patrolled by bandits.

nWhat drew his attention was the disciplined demeanor of the guards. It dawned on him—these were not mere bandits but soldiers who had turned to a life of thievery in the wake of war.

nThis realization pleased Archer, as it suggested they’d gathered loads of wealth, which would be his now, and they were his enemies.

nTaking flight, he hovered above the camp, casting forth Element bolts and harnessing various elemental forces.

nBolts of fire, water, earth, thunder, lightning, darkness, sun, and moon materialized around him.

nHe sent them soaring toward the camp with a sweep of his hand. The bolts streaked through the night, hitting their targets with crackling precision.

nArcher watched the onslaught, allowing no room for escape. The soldiers were caught off guard and crumpled to the ground as the bolts zapped through them.

nThe aftermath unfolded into a haunting scene—a sea of lifeless bodies strewn across what was once a lively camp, now transformed into a somber landscape.

nHaving left the desolate bandit camp behind, he took to the skies, his wings propelling him toward the remainder of the Riverland bandits.

nThe expanse of the Riverlands unfolded beneath him as Archer scanned the landscape for signs of bandit activity.

nHis journey was far from over, and the prospect of killing all the Riverland bandits and claiming their wealth excited him.

nThat’s when he headed to the last place the Tressym showed him in the Eastern Duchy and flew in that direction.

nFor an hour, he soared through the skies, purging the Riverlands of banditry and amassing considerable wealth, a source of great joy for him.

nStanding atop a towering peak that offered a commanding view of the Crownlands, Archer surveyed the city sprawled below.

nAs he recalled, this city marked the entrance known as Starhaven. It served as a trading hub, guiding commerce into the heart of the Crownlands.

nArcher gazed upon the bustling city. He observed a steady stream of merchants and their wagons traversing the roads.

nMisty Fen Swamp loomed in the northern distance, eternally veiled in mist year-round.

nThe Tressyms found that most bandits are in the southwest, in the Whispering Pines and Shadowleaf Forest.

nThere are also some in the Mystic Wood to the southwest and the Whispering Veil in the middle of the Crownlands.

nSurveying the vast expanse below, Archer spotted numerous villages, towns, and cities dotting the landscape, connected by stretches of breathtaking grasslands.

nHis attention was drawn to the southern horizon where Murkwood Swamp sprawled ominously.

nThe crisp wind tousled Archer’s hair as he stood on the mountain’s summit, taking in the panoramic scene.

nA surge of excitement lit up his eyes, prompting him to leap into the air. His wings unfurled instinctively, carrying him into the unknown realms below.

nGliding through the crisp air, he embraced the exhilarating rush of the landscape unfolding beneath him.

nThe mountain’s peak gradually receded, giving way to the vast terrain. He adjusted his flight toward the Whispering Veil as the sunset.

nArcher soared through the orange sky, his wings cutting through the dense, eerie mist that clung to the twisted trees of Murkwood Swamp.

nAn otherworldly hush hung in the air, punctuated solely by the sporadic croak of concealed creatures and the distant whisper of flowing water.

nHe emerged from the shadowy swamp, and the landscape transformed beneath him. The oppressive darkness gave way to a sea of lush grasslands that stretched to the horizon.

nSilvered blades of grass swayed gently in the breeze, creating a mesmerizing dance beneath the moon’s ethereal glow.

nAhead, the grasslands abruptly yielded to the Dragon’s Tears River. Its roiling waters glistened in the dying sunlight, reflecting the orange glow like a raging fire.

nHe could feel the power emanating from the massive river, its currents turbulent and untamed.

nLegend had it that the river was named for the tears shed by ancient dragons, their sorrow forever etched into the water’s relentless flow.

nArcher marveled at its grandeur as he glided over the vast expanse of the Dragon’s Tears River.

nWith its unyielding force, the river etched its path through the landscape—a testament to the raw power of nature that facilitated swift trade across the empire.

nThe journey from the foreboding swamp to the tranquil grasslands and ultimately to the river’s grandeur was a passage through contrasting realms, each possessing its allure and peril.

nArcher observed that the air was laden with an otherworldly stillness, punctuated only by the occasional croak of unseen creatures and the distant murmur of water.

nArcher glided through the expansive sky, his wings gracefully navigating the currents as he pressed on for an hour.

nThe landscape transformed beneath him, evolving from rolling hills to thick forests and meandering rivers.

nIn the distance, a town emerged on the horizon, capturing Archer’s attention. With purpose, he changed his course towards the distant settlement.

nThe town beckoned to him, a beacon amid the ever-changing scenery below. A delicate mist hung over the area, giving the settlement an almost ethereal quality.

nIntrigued, Archer adjusted his course and wanted to explore the town. Drawing nearer, the details of the town became clearer.

nHe could make out quaint cottages with smoke rising from chimneys that seemed to whisper secrets to the passing breeze.

nThe air grew cooler as he descended, and the scent of damp earth mingled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers.

nSuspended just above the treetops, Archer slowly descended to the fringes of Mistwood.

nThe setting sun enveloped the town in a gentle, golden glow, elongating shadows over the cobblestone streets.

nArcher noticed that the townsfolk went about their evening routines, unaware of the winged visitor gracefully descending from the sky.

nWith a soft thud, he touched down on the outskirts of the town. He dismissed his wings, feeling the cool grass beneath his boots.

nThe tranquility of the town enveloped him as he strolled towards it, the soft hues of the sunset painting the world in shades of pink and orange.

nArcher marveled at the blend of natural beauty and human craftsmanship that defined the town.

nThe sun sank beneath the horizon, allowing twilight to embrace Mistwood tenderly. The moon ascended as Archer drew near the town, gradually darkening the sky.

nThe streets were alive with activity as people bustled about, their silhouettes animated against the evening’s canvas.

nStepping into the heart of the town, Archer noticed the quaint charm that Mistwood held under the moonlight.

nCobblestone streets glistened with a soft sheen, and the warm glow of lanterns illuminated the facades of rustic cottages.

nThe scent of hearth fires mixed with the aroma of fresh flowers. However, as Archer strolled further in, the hum of conversation began to ebb, replaced by hushed whispers and glances.

nMore and more townsfolk turned to look at him, their eyes widening with curiosity and astonishment.

nIt wasn’t long before a palpable tension filled the air. Archer felt the weight of their collective gaze as he moved through the cobblestone streets but didn’t bother with them.

nThe source of their fascination became evident as the moonlight revealed the four pristine white horns protruding from his head and the beautiful white tail swaying behind him.

nInitially absorbed in their daily routines, the townspeople gradually ceased their activities, forming a silent corridor of onlookers.

nChildren paused in their play, and market vendors paused mid-transaction, all eyes fixed on the mysterious figure with otherworldly features.

nAs Archer ventured further into Mistwood, a tantalizing aroma wafted through the air, leading him toward delicious food.

nIntrigued by the scent tickling his senses, he followed the alluring fragrance.

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