A Journey That Changed The World.

A wave of tranquility washed over him as he stepped into the garden. He spotted Raymond, whom he had met the day before, tending to a bed of ocean-blue flowers in a corner of the garden.

Archer approached him, intending to exchange greetings, but Raymond asked without turning around before he could speak. "You're leaving?"

He nodded, explaining that he was going to Sarar City to visit some friends. The man turned to face him, a smile spreading across his face. "Be careful."

Raymond warned, his expression grave. "This kingdom is preparing for war. My cousin sent a letter a few weeks back informing me that the king is recruiting youngsters into the army."

Archer got excited at the news of an impending war. He thanked Raymond for the warning and promised to be careful on his journey. As the man looked on in confusion, he quickly excused himself and stepped through a white portal that had opened before him.

He closed his eyes and focused his mana, using it to create small white tokens adorned with the image of a dragon's head. These tokens could be infused with mana and used to transport the bearer into his domain, a haven where anyone he chose could find refuge.

To ensure their safety, Archer made each token a one-time use. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the tokens had taken on a beautiful white color. Raymond was still staring at the spot where the portal had appeared.

Archer suddenly reappeared, causing him to jump back with a yelp. Laughing at the older man's reaction only frustrated him, so Raymond asked. "Where did you go?"

He pulled out five white tokens and handed them to him, explaining that they were one-time-use tokens that would bring the holder to a safe place. Archer departed. He instructed Raymond to distribute one token to each family member and imbue them with mana when right.

The older man was left staring at the tokens in his hand, realizing their potential usefulness in the coming days. Once Archer got far enough away from the man and house, he whispered. "Draconis."

Summoning all his draconic features. His wings unfurled and ready for takeoff. It was a dramatic exit, leaving Raymond and his family wondering what else he could do. He propelled himself into the air with a leap, his wings beating steadily as he soared higher.

The wind rushed past him as he flew towards the north, his eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger or obstacles on his journey to Sarar. Filled with confidence in his abilities, Archer knew that nothing could stand in his way of reaching his destination.

With each flap of his dragon wings, he increased his speed and determination to reach the city as quickly as possible. Archer soared above the vast expanse of desert and grasslands. He couldn't help but feel awestruck by the stunning scenery below him.

The shimmering rivers and untamed wildlife added to the sense of adventure that filled his heart. With each passing moment, Archer gained incredible speed, hurtling towards the city of Sarar with fierce determination.

He knew nothing could stand in his way and was ready to face any challenges. As he flew over the endless landscape, he suddenly spotted a herd of majestic Hippogriffs grazing on the riverbank.

The sight filled him with joy and wonder, and he couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the world around him. Finally, after hours of flying over the barren terrain, Archer caught sight of a magnificent Kagian city in the distance.

Its towering monuments and gleaming domes sparkled in the sunlight, and he knew he was getting closer to his destination with each passing moment. That's when his Dragon Senses alerted him.

But it was too late as a sharp pain shot through Archer's wing, and he looked over to it to see an arrow lodged in his wing membrane. He cried out in agony as he lost control of his flight, spiraling toward the ground and crashing into the earth with a thud.

The impact created a small crater, leaving Archer dazed and injured. As the figures approached him with weapons drawn, Archer knew he was in danger. Despite his weakened state, he refused to give up and summoned all his strength to defend himself, ready to fight for his life if necessary.

Rising to his feet, he inspected his injured wing and observed the slow healing process, noting the progress with each passing moment. Archer examined his wing. That's when he suddenly heard the sound of crossbows being drawn.

He quickly looked up to discover a group of men dressed in loose robes, some with kufiyyas covering their faces, pointing their weapons at him. Despite feeling vulnerable in his current attire, Archer stood up and brushed the sand off his body.

One of the bandits charged at him. When he saw this, he summoned his claws and dodged the sword. With a swift swipe of his snow-white claws, Archer took down the bandit, causing him to fall in agony.

After the deed was done, Archer's slender and muscular dragon tail swayed behind him, waiting to attack anyone who got too close. As another bandit lunged forward with his sword aimed straight at his heart, a white wing suddenly appeared, blocking the attack.

The bandit felt a sharp pain in his chest and looked down but was blinded by glittering white scales as beautiful as a field of pure snow. Archer used his wing to block the bandit's attack while stabbing the man's chest with his tail.

All the bandits were stunned at the turn of events. When they spotted the flying thing, they thought they could capture him to sell him to the slavers, but they never expected this.

He stood there smiling with two dead bodies lying beside him. Looking at the bandits and the blood splatters, he smiled even more. His bloodlust finally took over.

Archer started eating some chocolate; after one mouthful, he offered some to the bandits, to their extreme confusion. He was in a good mood. He finished eating and started a rhyme before the fun arrived.

''Lies a land of dying beasts.

Their bones lay scattered in the sand.''

Archer Blinked into the middle of the bandits. They all jumped back in shock but quickly regained focus and charged at him.

He continued his rhyme as he lashed out with his claws and tail.

''A haunting sight across the land.

The vultures circle overhead.''

Feeling his tail pierce something, he quickly swiped at another.

While he dodged a bandit's rusty sword swing, he cut the man's hand off. He tried to scream, but a tail impaled him before he could.

''Waiting for the creature's final bed.

Their eyes gleam with hungry glee.

As they wait for death's decree.''

Archer looked around and saw blood, body parts, and lumps of flesh all around him, his tail and claws covered in crimson red blood. Three men remained, and they began to panic before attempting to flee.

He quickly fired two Void Blasts, leaving only one of the bandits alive. Archer rushed toward the last one, who believed he had escaped the little demon but was surprised by a swooping noise.

Archer effortlessly lifted the bandit and soared into the sky, ascending to a height that made the bandit faint halfway up. When he stopped, he noticed the man hadn't regained consciousness and was sleeping. He woke the bandit up with two heavy slaps to the face.

The bandit awoke in a panic and stuttered out. "W-w-where am I?"

"You're in heaven, my bandit friend," Archer answered with a grin.

The bandit finally realized where he was and started struggling, but Archer had his claws dug into his neck, making it impossible for him to escape.

"Please, let me go." The man pleaded.

But Archer just stared at the squirming bandit and bluntly answered. "No, now tell me where your hideout is."

He descended to the ground as the bandit stopped moving. The bandit realized he was back on the ground and tried to run, but Archer's tail grabbed him by the leg. Archer, who had a long and powerful tail, wrapped it around the bandit's waist and tried to lift him.

However, the bandit was much heavier than the boy had anticipated, and he struggled to keep his grip. Sensing an opportunity to escape, the man started to wriggle and kick, making it even harder for Archer to hold on.

In frustration, he loudly grunted and used all his strength to lift. But instead of raising him, Archer lost his balance and stumbled backward, slamming the bandit to the ground with a loud thud.

Groaning in pain, Archer quickly got up, his tail still wrapped tightly around the bandit's waist. Archer looked down at the bandit, who was now lying motionless on the ground. Taking out a health potion, he poured it all over the bandit's face.

The bandit woke up for a second time. He started face-slapping him again, frustrated that he couldn't pick the bandit up, so he took it out on his face and demanded. "Where's your base?"

The bandit spat at him. "I ain't telling you nothing, you filthy Demi-human!"

Archer sighed as he had anticipated this resistance but wasn't ready to back down and spoke. "Listen, I don't want to harm you. But I need to know the location of your hideout. If you cooperate, you'll go free."

The bandit regarded him skeptically. "You think I should trust you?"

Archer nodded, and the bandit paused for a moment before finally speaking.