Archer continued spending time with Freya, but the peace was short-lived. A faint, unnatural chill crept into the air. His senses sharpened as he glanced skyward, eyes narrowing as a dark shadow loomed in the distance.
A swarm of flying undead monsters surged toward the tower, their eerie shrieks cutting through the peaceful dusk. Freya's babbling stopped, her wide eyes darting to the approaching threat, but instead of fear, a spark of curiosity flickered across her face.
He stood, cradling her securely in one arm as her little fat legs dangled, his expression calm but resolute. ''Don't worry, my little star,'' he whispered, brushing a kiss on her forehead. ''Daddy's got this.''
Archer became annoyed and summoned his mana; the air around them crackled. A violet glow erupted from his fingertips, weaving into a dazzling array of flames that spiraled upward like a celestial dance.
