A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1079: Stay In The Darkness



Archer gazed at his necromancer mommy with a genuine smile; his tone was soft but sincere, "Yeah, you and Demacia can live here if you want, without the need to raise an undead army. I've already got three separate forces, and if you decide to create a fourth, I'd be grateful— but there's no pressure. You're not forced into anything."

Morena beamed, pulling him even closer as she hugged him tightly. She mumbled into his chest, "Mother was wrong about you. You may be a degenerate playboy, but you're different... and I love everything about you, Archer."'n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

He smiled when hearing that and didn't know how to reply, but Morena said, "Don't worry about responding, love. I know you care for me and my little sister; all I ask is that you don't neglect us or chase us away when you finally have sex."

Archer's eyes narrowed before replying, "Every woman I've had sex with is in my harem; I don't do one-night stands or random sex; no, I have to be with that female even to get intimate."

"I would never chase you two away, and I certainly wouldn't neglect you. Even with thirty- five wives, I can make time for all of them with Time Wrap and my stamina," he concluded with a chuckle that made the older woman smile.

After explaining that Archer changed the subject, "Let's get your test subject. It should cause some panic across America."

"Murica? What's that?" Morena questioned as she took her arm.

Archer chuckled softly at her reaction as he opened a shimmering gate to an alleyway in Miami. They stepped through, and Morena's eyes widened in awe at the towering buildings and the bustling streets.

People moved past them in a blur, starkly different to Thrylos. When a few cars sped by, her shock deepened. Morena grabbed Archer's arm, her voice filled with disbelief. "What are those metal monsters?" she asked, eyes wide as she watched the vehicles zoom by.

"Those are cars, Morena, the main mode of transport on Earth," he answered before summoning his wings and scooping the older woman into a princess carry.

Archer took off, soared high into the sky, and sent out an army of Shadow Creatures to find prisons he could raid for people. While he did this, Morena couldn't stop looking around and studying the surrounding area.

"This place is like nothing I've ever heard of," she commented with a fascinated expression and gleaming blue eyes. "There are stone roads where these so-called cars travel on."'

"Do you want to ride in one?" Archer asked with a chuckle.

Morena nodded her head like a happy chicken as he descended to the ground below and landed in a local park in Pensacola City. The surrounding people looked horrified, but the couple ignored them while going to look for a taxi.

Ten minutes later, Archer flagged down a taxi, and the two slid into the back seat. He leaned forward and casually instructed the driver, "Take us to the closest prison, please."'

The driver glanced at him confusedly but shrugged and started driving. Morena, meanwhile, was practically bouncing in her seat, her wide-eyed curiosity making her look like an excited child as she eagerly took in the bustling city around her.

Her innocent wonder brought a smile to Archer's face; he loved seeing this side of her, the excitement and joy lighting up her usually composed demeanor. As the taxi wove through the streets of Pensacola City, they watched the city unfold outside the windows.

The sun hung in the sky, palm trees swaying in the breeze. Laughter echoed from nearby cafes, and the salty scent of the ocean lingered. Morena's eyes sparkled as she pointed out various sights, her enthusiasm contagious.

"Look at that!" she exclaimed, spotting a group of children playing in a park.

Archer chuckled, appreciating her delight. After a short drive, the taxi turned onto a more industrial road, and the mood shifted. Tall fences topped with barbed wire loomed ahead, signaling their arrival.

Santa Rosa Prison emerged, its stark walls differing from the lively city they had just passed through. The taxi came to a halt in front of the prison entrance. Archer glanced at Morena, whose expression shifted to excitement.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice steady.

Morena giggled while replying, "Let's find some guinea pigs for our experiments. I miss the screams of the suffering; it's a unique noise."'

He chuckled, but the taxi driver's face turned pale with disbelief. Handing the man a few crisp hundred-dollar bills, Archer added, "Stay put; we won't be long."'

The driver stood frozen, eyes darting between the stack of bills in his hand and Archer, then back to the ominous silhouette of the prison. His expression shifted from shock to uncertainty, but he nodded in agreement.

Archer and Morena stood by the prison fence, observing the inmates throughout their daily routines. The atmosphere buzzed with tension and monotony, but everything shifted when the prisoners caught sight of them.

A chorus of low whistles and lewd comments erupted, their gazes honing in on Morena, the necromancer woman whose presence captivated them. He transformed into his Shadow Prince form and sucked Morena into the shadows, which hid the couple.

He committed all twelve faces to memory and would visit them later on. Once hidden, Archer summoned his Shadow Creatures and ordered them to find the records form, which they did within five minutes.

Archer headed straight there and appeared in the dark room, which shocked Morena, who was wide-eyed. He started searching for all the murderers, child abusers, and every other vile crime he could think of.

Ten minutes later, he had everything needed to collect the test subjects, and Morena was pleased with the five hundred prisoners. Still, Archer commented, "This is the first stop, my necromancer mommy."

The older woman tilted her head as she asked, "Why do you keep calling me that? I

understand you are at least a hundred years younger than me."'

"The way you treat me after our fight," he revealed with an honest smile. "You're caring like

a mother, and I love it."

When saying that, Morena beamed before hugging him tight, and she whispered in a seductive voice that sent goosebumps across his body, "Well, if you want me to be your

mommy, then who am I to refuse my handsome boy?"

Archer shivered but smiled at her suggestion before nodding, causing Morena's smile to grow as she kissed him on the cheek. He shook his head, went through more lists, and found another one hundred.

"There will be millions of poor souls the sisters will mutate, but they will come in handy against the Alliance.'

Following that, he transformed into his shadow form before the duo traveled through the prison, kidnapping every scumbag they found. After twenty minutes, every prisoner inside was taken into the darkness.

"This is easier than I thought, but Elizabeth will be angry after emptying her prisons,' he chuckled.

Morena was shocked as she was wrapped in darkness. This made her realize that Archer did care about her, which put the woman at ease and secured her. She could hear all the terrifying screaming from their new soldiers.

The sounds were music to the necromancers' ears. Archer watched her become even more excited about the experiments she could conduct and shook his head, 'Why is it the strange or weird women I like?'

"I know you just thought something rude, husband," Morena commented without opening her eyes.

Archer left the shadow realm before appearing in the shadows of the prison yard. Hundreds more people roamed the fenced-in area. None of them noticed him, but he spotted the twelve

men who leered at Morena.

Anger consumed Archer as he melded into the shadows, rushing forward to drag every man into the darkness. The terrified screams of the other prisoners echoed. A grin spread across his

face as he pursued the remaining scumbags.

'Hopefully, the sisters can use these for something useful,' he thought.

With the images from the files guiding him, he hunted down each target until the crowd dwindled to half its size. Once he had finished, Archer leaped back into the Shadow Realm and reappeared before the twelve.

"Now let's punish you a lot for staring at my woman," he said with an evil grin that scared the men. "Maybe Demacia can turn the twelve of you into guardian monsters? That would be

interesting."

Archer chuckled at them, saying, "Stay in the darkness until I'm ready to deal with you."'

Following that, he waved his hand before returning to Morena and taking her back to the ordinary world. The duo appeared next to the taxi, which scared the shit out of the driver, who watched them with wide eyes.

Morena giggled as they climbed into the car. Archer glanced at the driver and said, "Take us to the next one, and you'll be just fine."

The taxi driver nodded like an obedient chicken and sped off, the wail of sirens erupting from

the prison behind them. The older woman turned to Archer and said in a voice full of affection, "Thank you for all this."

Just as he was about to respond, she grabbed his head and pulled it into her cleavage,

playfully tousling his hair.

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