?”Wake up, little dragon. Do you wish to live or die?” Archer heard a girl’s voice, causing him to stir, but a different voice spoke before he could open his eyes.

”Sister, the Death Witch we have been watching is healing him, but she needs assistance. Should we send her our mana?” A second voice questioned.

”No,” the first voice answered. ”We need to find out his truth and if he deserves to learn of our warning. Remember, sister, our people died fighting to the last to allow us this opportunity.”

Archer’s eyes fluttered open, revealing a torn, blood-red sky and a desolate landscape around him. He observed the scene, taking in the broken landscape, where molten lava flowed like a river, consuming everything in its wake.

In the distance, a ruined city lay, its once grand buildings reduced to rubble, battered by a relentless shower of rocks from above. He was bewildered by the devastation around him, which was more than he had ever seen.

As he surveyed his surroundings, an intense burning odor assaulted his nostrils, emanating from the city ahead. It carried with it the unmistakable stench of death and devastation.

Shortly after, Archer spotted meteors raining down on the city. ‘It’s like my Meteor Shower spell,’ he mused, trying to make sense of the surreal sight before him.

That’s when he spotted two ghostly girls perched upon a nearby tree trunk, their translucent forms stark against the eerie backdrop. One had red hair and blue eyes, mirroring the opposite traits of her companion, who also had blue hair and red eyes.

Their spectral appearance befuddled Archer, leaving him to shake his head in confusion as he addressed them. “What is this?” he inquired.

”He speaks sister,” the first voice expressed. ”Go on, answer the questions, dragon.”

Archer shook his head and looked at the first voice, who was the redhead, before replying in a determined voice, ”Of course, I want to live.”

The two voices started giggling before the first uttered. ”They all said the same thing,” the second girl frowned. ”But it never worked out.”

“I don’t care,” Archer said, looking at the two with narrowed eyes, “I’m not like them.”

The first voice erupted into giggles, soon joined by the second, which grated on his nerves. He felt like they were mocking him, fueling his growing annoyance and prompting him to search for an escape.

However, the second voice commented, “No, you’re not like them, little dragon. You’re weaker, younger, and more hot-headed.”

“What?” A look of confusion crossed his face as he heard their insult.

The second voice answered with a smirk, “Many have come before you, but their greed led to their demise.”

“So you’re saying my greed will be my death?” Archer started laughing before continuing. “Yes, I may be greedy, but I’m a dragon, and it’s acceptable.”

”Death doesn’t care about wealth or power,” the first voice expressed.

When he heard this, Archer grew frustrated and said, “What am I doing here? It seems like you two dislike me, so send me away.”

The twins started laughing, but the second said, “We are death, dear dragon. We dislike no one and like everyone.”

“Life is ours to end,” the first voice conveyed.

The second voice expressed, “None can hide, but many have tried.”

“How one dies in life shows how one lives,” the first articulated.

The second voice stated, “We have been watching you, Archer Wyldheart.”

“Your life is intriguing but filled with danger.” Second remarked.

“Treasure your life as we will be there when the time is right,” first warned.

”We will embrace you just like our goddess did for us.” The second giggled as she spoke.

Archer was confused, and it showed. The twins laughed as the second continued speaking, ”Sister, what is it like to lose everything?”

”Empty, A void that cannot be filled.” The first answered.

“Explain to him how it feels to see all your loved ones perish, sister,” Second said.

First explained, ”Mother and Father perished to bring us here, but we still died, sister.”

”Now show him our pain, so he finally understands the threat he faces.” The second voice spoke before the redhead moved toward him.

As First extended her hand towards him, Archer felt a sudden touch, sending a jolt through his senses. In that moment of contact, a vision unfolded before him, leaving him stunned by what he witnessed.

Archer stood frozen amidst the chaos he witnessed the battle unfolding before him. He saw a man with fiery red hair wielding a gleaming sword with unparalleled skill through the haze of dust and debris.

The man fought like a skilled warrior, showing strength and resolve with every attack. Beside the red-haired warrior stood a woman with flowing blue hair. Her hands were weaving complex patterns in the air as she unleashed torrents of scorching mana upon the horde of mutants.

Her spells crackled and fizzled as they collided with the creatures, momentarily halting their advance. But even as the duo fought valiantly against the onslaught, Archer’s heart sank as he saw a towering figure emerge from the chaos.

It was the same Demi-God who had attacked him, his imposing presence striking fear into the hearts of all who saw him. With a roar that shook the ground beneath their feet, the creature charged forward, barreling toward the couple in his massive form.

Despite their best efforts, they were no match for the overwhelming might of their foe. Archer watched helplessly as the Demi-God unleashed a devastating blow, sending the red-

haired warrior crashing to the ground with a sickening thud.

The blue-haired woman cried out in anguish as she desperately tried to fend off the Demi-God’s relentless assault, but it was clear that their fate had been sealed. But to Archer’s shock, another man appeared and landed a solid punch on the creature’s jaw.

It flew back as the man turned to the woman and declared, ”Go to the girls, Amarante. Please make sure they are safe in the time vault and can warn future generations of the Swarms’ threat. We are the last of the Arailians, and our deaths will mean something if the future can cast the darkness aside with our warning.”

Archer watched the woman nod before rushing into the palace, and that’s when the scene changed to a long, wide corridor. He watched in astonishment as the two ghost girls were alive and surrounded by guards emanating auras like his own.

They moved with haste as they navigated the crowd of guards and approaching mutant creatures. Archer realized that these guards were Sovereign Mages, just like him. Their presence amidst the chaos spoke volumes about the severity of their situation.

The guards formed a protective barrier around the girls. Together, they hurried towards a looming metal door guarded by more soldiers.Suddenly, the peace was shattered as mutant creatures surged forward, their forms a terrifying onslaught against the defenders.

Archer witnessed how the soldiers fought bravely, their auras blazing with power as they clashed with the relentless horde. But despite their best efforts, the mutants overwhelmed them, their sheer numbers proving too much to bear.

In a desperate bid to save the girls, the guards pushed forward, clearing a path towards the metal door.Finally, they reached the door, its formidable frame a barrier between safety and the encroaching chaos.

With a final, tear-filled goodbye, Archer watched the blue-

haired woman look at the two girls. Her voice was filled with emotion as she spoke words of comfort and hope, ”Make sure to warn whoever opens the vault, girls.”

”Me and your Father love you both with all our heart,” she hugged them before concluding.”Never forget that ***** and ****.”

Once the woman spoke, she ushered the two girls through the door, which closed behind them just as the mutants crashed against the wall of shields. Archer witnessed the creatures butcher everyone in the corridor before dragging their lifeless bodies away.

After that, he returned to where he met the two ghost girls. Archer glanced around and spotted them sitting on the same tree trunk. He looked at the two and apologized, ”Sorry for your loss. I understand the feeling of losing caring parents and dying myself.”

”It’s okay, dragon,” the first voice responded. ”No need to pity us.”

The second voice commented. ”Yes, we died thanks to the Swarm, but we are something greater now, as our Goddess Nyx has given us a new purpose.”

Archer nodded before questioning. ”So why am I here? You mentioned a warning?”

”Yes,” the first voice said. ”We are here to warn you that the swarm attacks will increase all over Pluoria and Draconia.”

”Many will die. We will busy.” The second voice declared.

His eyes widened in shock before he quickly questioned, ”When will it happen?”

”When the snow melts, and the flowers bloom,” the first voice answered. ”They are coming, and you will be at the forefront of the chaos.”

”Now go, but be aware that we shall meet again one day, dragon.” The second voice spoke as she waved her hand.

Archer woke up in a panic and felt a strange mana rushing through his body. Soon, it attacked the poison and destroyed it, allowing his mana to heal him. He looked around to see Aeris sleeping on a nearby chair and a woman staring into his eyes with a big smile.

”Finally, you’re awake, White Dragon. The poison is gone, but now I’m owed my payment and want it,” the woman demanded.

He was baffled but shook his head and spoke in a strained voice, ”Who are you?”

The woman mockingly bowed as she introduced herself, ”I’m the Death Witch Lucrezia Bloodthorne, and you owe me a debt for saving your life.”

”Okay,” Archer laughed before speaking. ”What do you want?”

“I’d like to travel with you,” Lucrezia replied.

“I’d be glad to have you join our journey,” Archer replied with a smile, confirming her proposal.

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