Not long after entering the forest, Archer and the girls stopped when they saw the Tressyms returning through the trees.

The flying cats flew in a circle around him while letting out meows before they started showing him where the Wendigos were.

Archer learned that the creatures were heading toward them, a revelation that made his face smile.

No longer needing to search for them, he swiftly turned and cast a Cosmic Shield around the three ladies.

The sudden shield puzzled them, causing Teuila to ask, “What are you doing, Arch?”

Turning back with a smile, he replied, “They’re already hunting us. The cats saw them heading in our direction.”

Zarina stiffened up while Nala started looking around as she sniffed the air and recoiled. ”Archie! They’re close, so be careful!”

The dense forest enveloped everything in shadows as he walked away from the girls, the leaves crunching beneath his boots.

The air was thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the distant calls of beasts deeper in the forest.

Suddenly, without warning, a sinister figure emerged from the underbrush. A Wendigo, its form twisted and grotesque, swiftly lunged at him.

Its hollow eyes glinted in the sunlight as it aimed to strike. Archer quickly sidestepped the creature’s attack, the chilling breeze of its near-miss grazing against him.

Fueled by feral hunger, the Wendigo crashed into the foliage with a guttural snarl, its claws raking through the air where he once stood.

The first Wendigo tried to surprise him but failed. This got the attention of the others, and soon more of them came out of the dark, all heading towards Archer.

With a confident grin, he danced through the onslaught of attacks, dodging each lunging creature with a combination of agility and excitement.

The dark forest became a battleground, the Wendigo’s snarls and the rustling of leaves creating a creepy symphony.

As one of the creatures lunged towards him, Archer smoothly sidestepped its claws, his movements flowing with effortless grace.

His grin widened with each successful dodge. The excitement built up so much that Archer’s violet eyes were glowing.

The Wendigos, frustrated by their inability to catch their prey, growled with increasing aggression.

Archer seized the opportunity daringly when two Wendigos attacked simultaneously while he stood there with a smile.

With a spin, he avoided their claws, and then, in a flash of movement, he reached out and grabbed one of them by the neck.

The Wendigo struggled against Archer’s grip while letting out eerie screams reverberating through the forest.

The other creatures, momentarily stopping their attack as they looked at their companion in distress, hesitated before resuming their attack.

Not bothered by the chaos, he kept a firm hold on the struggling Wendigo. He used the creature as a shield to fend off the next wave of attacks.

Archer wasn’t bothered by the squirming in his grasp. He swung it like a horrible flesh flail with a wicked grin, using its thrashing body as a weapon against its kin.

The others stopped moving and were taken aback by the unexpected events, watched in confusion as the creature became the instrument of their deaths.

He whipped the flailing Wendigo through the air, its unearthly shrieks now accompanied by sickening thuds as its contorted form collided with its brethren.

Each swing sent them sprawling, their gnarled bodies colliding with trees and underbrush.

The forest echoed with the impacts and the disturbed growls of the Wendigos as they were sent flying through the air like creepy projectiles.

Fueled by excitement, Archer continued to wield the creature in his hand like a grim weapon of death. .

He spun to create a chaotic whirlwind of violence using the captured creepy humanoid. The ghastly forms of the other Wendigos were decimated as they were hit.

The forest became a surreal spectacle of flailing limbs and twisted bodies as Archer masterfully wielded his improvised weapon.

With each swing of the captured Wendigo against its kin, the creatures were sent crashing to the ground, disoriented and incapacitated.

As the final swing sent the last of the Wendigos scurrying backward, Archer looked at the aftermath, still holding the now limp and lifeless creature.

The eerie silence that settled over the forest was broken only by the distant rustling of leaves and the echo of his breathing.

Archer crushed the beast’s neck and threw its lifeless body to the ground. After doing that, he walked over to the other downed creatures.

He used his tail to pierce the heads of the remaining Wendigos. Once that was done, he summoned the Stone Men and ordered them to loot the hearts.

After doing that, he turned around to see the three girls staring at him with wide eyes, causing him to laugh.

Archer made his way over to them and dismissed the shield as Teuila asked. ”That was different, Darling. I didn’t expect you to do that.”

The other two nodded in agreement, which made him laugh before he explained. ”It was random. I didn’t plan to do it.”

Before anyone could speak, Nala spoke with a big smile. ”I love it, Archie! You used that vile creature as a weapon.”

Archer laughed when he heard the lion girl’s words before he approached her and kissed her.

Once he was done speaking, he continued with his Wendigo hunt, but this time, he cast Shadowspawn and ordered them to capture all the creatures.

The Shadows split into groups and rushed through the forest, searching for them. He watched this with a grin and found it funny.

The four continued walking through the forest while looking for a place to relax. Archer found a clearing nearby and led the three ladies there to relax.

When he sat down, he looked up and noticed the morning sun was still there. The sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting a warm glow on the ground. Surrounding them.

The chirping of birds harmonized with the distant roars of wild beasts. While standing in the clearing, he took in the scent of the trees and earth.

However, cutting through the wholesome aroma and the foul odor of the nearby Wendigos, an unpleasant stench overwhelmed his senses.

Archer shook his head and started looking at the girls. Zarina sat on a nearby log and looked all around, a constant sense of alertness etched across her features.

In a quiet moment, Archer’s gaze shifted to her. She was wearing black mage robes. Her short red hair framed her face, reaching just under her ears, and her eyes held a captivating depth.

Her attire was simple, and the robes showed off her natural features, her hair standing against the dark fabric and eyes of a deeper shade of blue than the other girls.

On the other hand, Teuila was leaning against a tree with her eyes closed as she sharpened her sword with deliberate strokes.

The rhythmic sound of the blade against the whetstone punctuated the clearing, creating a soothing counterpoint to the distant calls of wildlife.

Archer’s eyes lit up with a grin as he gazed at his ocean princess. Her ponytailed blue hair caught his attention immediately.

It swung side to side in the breeze. She wore her trusty adventurer’s armor, giving her the defense to fight against beasts during the quests.

However, Archer noticed that the armor tightly hugged her curvy body, struggling to contain her large boobs that threatened to spill out.

He watched her for a little longer before turning to the Nala, nestled on a moss-covered rock, and brushing her wild, dirty blonde locks.

Archer thought to himself. ‘I love her wild hair. It’s so fluffy.’

Nala’s hair was a tangle of wild and fluffy strands, yet despite its untamed appearance, it held a natural beauty.

Being a lion demi-human, her behavior, reminiscent of a lioness, made perfect sense to him, and he loved that about her.

The wind made her hair dance, giving her an effortlessly wild charm. Archer continued looking at her, captivated by the beauty before him.

Her face is illuminated by sunlight filtering through the trees. The lion girl’s features were delicate yet strong, and her eyes were a stunning shade of blue like an ocean.

As she continued to brush her hair, Archer’s gaze shifted to notice her sharp canines whenever she opened her mouth.

Her lion ears perked up at every little sound around her. She was also wearing leather adventurer’s armor like Teuila.

The armor hugged her curves, blending strength with femininity effortlessly. Archer liked the mix — a formidable warrior with a graceful figure.

He shook his head and stopped looking at the girls before he sensed the Shadowspawn were starting to return.

They were dragging struggling Wendigos behind them, but he quickly killed them before pulling their hearts out.

Once Archer did that, the Stone Men returned with the hearts looted from the previous fight and gave them to him, which he stored in his Item Box.

After a brief wait, even more Shadowspawns emerged from the forest’s depths, bringing a horde of Wendigos to chase after them, which was pointless.

If there are any mistakes, point them out, and I’ll edit it. Thanks

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