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nJethro regarded Archer with a curious expression before speaking.

n“My king, where do you come from? Your skin is very white and not like ours.”

nArcher answered absentmindedly, lost in his own thoughts about everything that had happened.

n“I come from the Avalon Empire in the far north.”

nThe two people looked shocked as he spoke.

nJethro spoke up before Sagana could.

n“How did you get down here?”

nArcher looked up and saw the two were wide-eyed.

n“I was fighting a King orc, and he knocked me into a river and I drifted down here a while back.”

nRealizing they had gotten sidetracked, he refocused the conversation.

nHe looked at Jethro and asked.

n“What power?”

nThe older man coughed and proceeded to tell him all he knew.

n”The last dragon king possessed an incredible power to create his own domain, a place where dragon kind could flourish and thrive.

nWithin this domain, he had complete control over every aspect, from the climate and terrain to the creatures that lived there.

nWith his power, he could shape the land to suit the needs of his people, ensuring that they had everything they needed to survive and prosper.

nThis ability was truly awe-inspiring, as it allowed the dragon king to create a world that was perfectly suited to his kind, a place where they could live in peace and harmony.

nWith his power, he was able to protect the people and ensure their survival for generations to come.”

nJethro took a breath after his long explanation as Archer sat there and looked at him but before he could speak a notification popped up.

n”Do you know where the rest of your people are?”

nHe fiddled with his long white beard as he was thinking.

n”Some should have fled to Aquaria City or the Olympic Mountain range which is on the Aquarian northern coast.”

nArcher nodded his head as he stood up.

n”Thanks for the information Jethro, I got to go collect something from the local castle”

nAs he looked at them, he noticed their grim expressions. 𝘦.𝘤𝘰𝑚

n“What?”

nSagana spoke up.

n“My king, it’s best if you witness it yourself.”

nHe just stared at them and then vanished.

nThe two remaining people looked at each other until Jethro spoke up.

n“He is a strange one, isn’t he?”

nShe nodded.

n“Yes, but there’s a pain in those eyes that has etched itself deep in his heart.”

nSagana noticed the man had a contemplative look on his face and realized what he had planned.

n“Don’t tell me you’re going to try to introduce them?”

nJethro laughed as he spoke.

n”We will travel to the southern continent one day, so why not?”

nLeaving the safety of his Domain behind, Archer found himself standing once again on the sturdy branch that had served as his bed.

nWith a deep breath, he stretched his wings wide, preparing to take flight.

nWithout hesitation, he leaped off the highest branch, flapping his wings with all his might as he soared through the air.

nThe wind rushed past him, carrying him higher and higher until he was nothing more than a small speck in the sky.

nHe saw a crystal blue river that snakes through a vast, grassy desert, shimmering in the bright sun.

nThe water flows gently, creating small ripples and waves as it moves along.

nAlong the banks of the river, tall grasses sway in the breeze, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

nIn the river, sleek and powerful River Drakes swim and hunt, their eyes fixed on the water’s surface. .

nTheir blue and red scales glisten in the sunlight, and their sharp teeth glint as they open their jaws in anticipation.

nThey waited for their prey, they move stealthily through the water, their muscular tails propelling them forward with ease.

nThe sound of the river flowing and the occasional splash of a river drake hunting creates a soothing ambiance in the otherwise barren desert.

nAs he flew over the river’s edge, he saw them lurking in the water, ready to pounce on any unsuspecting prey that came their way.

nHe watched in awe as they hunted other beasts, their powerful jaws clamping down on their victims with deadly force.

nFurther up the river, a caravan was crossing a rickety wooden bridge, oblivious to the danger lurking below.

nArcher used his wings to speed up towards the eastern fort, eager to escape the treacherous waters and the beasts that called it home.

nA few hours later.

nHe saw the eastern crossing in the distance, as well as a massive Kagian castle looming in the distance, its walls towering high above the surrounding landscape.

nIts imposing presence was accentuated by the two pillars that stood on either side of the road, holding something in place that he couldn’t quite make out from his vantage point.

nAs he drew closer, he could see the intricate details of the fort’s architecture, with its ornate domes and minarets reaching toward the sky.

nThe walls were made of thick, sturdy stone, and he could see the occasional guard patrolling the ramparts, their eyes scanning the surrounding terrain for any signs of danger.

nArcher noticed wooden pillars lined the road leading up to the fort, and when he saw what was on the pillar he lost his temper.

nHundreds of Dragon-kin were crucified on the pillars, all dead.

nSome of them suffered some form of torture before they were strung up.

nHe tried to control his raging emotions as he cast Call Lightning.

nBut it was useless as his anger boiled over, he raised his hands to the sky and called forth the powerful spell.

nAbove the Kagian castle, dark clouds began to gather, crackling with energy.

nSuddenly, a bolt of violet lightning shot down from the sky, striking the fort with a deafening boom.

nThe soldiers within the fort were thrown into confusion, their senses reeling from the sudden blast of energy.

nThey stumbled and fell, struggling to regain their footing as Archer continued to call forth lightning strikes, each one more powerful than the last.

nAs the barrage of lightning continued, his anger began to get a lot worse, he decided to recreate a spell from a game on Earth.

nSpell Creation activated

nAs he hovered in the middle of the lightning storm he imagined the spell he wanted.

nA power powerful spell that summons meteors from the heavens to destroy the caster’s target, dealing massive damage to any beasts or structures caught in their path.’

nSoldiers spotted his silhouette in the storm and rang the alarm, Archer’s eyes shone as he saw the notification.

nMeteor Swarm Learned, 3000 mana per use

nSpell Creation: On cooldown until next rank

nArcher whispered.

n”Draconis.”

nAs he saw the man flying towards him at high speed, he felt a surge of mana within him.

nHe closed his eyes and focused his energy, summoning all of his draconic features.

nExtra scales began to appear on his skin, and his eyes glowed with a fierce intensity.

nArcher was hovering before the castle, his heart filled with anger and determination.

nHe knew that the Dragon-kin had been wronged, and he was determined to seek revenge on their behalf.

nWith a fierce cry, he raised his hands to the sky and began to channel his magical energy.

nThe air around him crackled with power, and he felt a surge of heat and energy coursing through his body.

nWith a final burst of effort, he unleashed his spell, Meteor Swarm.

nEveryone was looking up, Flaming meteors falling from the sky is a sight to behold.

nThe sky is filled with streaks of fire as the meteors hurtle toward the ground at incredible speed.

nAs they get closer, the heat and intensity of the flames become more apparent, casting an eerie glow over the surrounding landscape.

nAs the meteors impacted the castle, there was a deafening roar as the earth shakes and rocks are thrown into the air.

nThe impact creates a massive explosion, sending flames and debris flying in all directions.

nThe heat is intense, and the air is filled with the acrid smell of burning debris.

nThe aftermath of a meteor impact was a scene of destruction.

nCraters are left in the ground, and anything in the immediate vicinity was destroyed or damaged.

nA sense of satisfaction washed over Archer as he surveyed the destruction before him.

nHe was determined to exact revenge on behalf of the Dragon kind, and he knew that becoming a demon was the path he needed to take.

nAs he gazed upon the largest crater, a smile stretched across his face when he spotted a golden dome at its center.

nWithout hesitation, Archer flew towards the dome, his eyes shining with greed.

nHe activated his Aura detector and was relieved to sense no one around as he approached the small room protected by some sort of treasure.

nIt was buried even deeper than the fortress, adding to its protection.

nThe sight of the treasure-filled room only fueled Archer’s desire to become a demon and claim it for himself.

nBut for now, he allowed himself a moment of satisfaction and anticipation for what was to come.

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