Archer watched the three women, who looked confused and concerned. Demacia giggled, ''There's no need to look at me like a monster. My husband loves everything about us and our work.''
Ellie glanced at him and said, ''I see you have changed. The old Archer wouldn't harm a fly, and here you are creating a zombie army.''
When he heard her words, Archer chuckled before turning to the brunette and explaining, ''You don't understand Thrylos, Ellie. It's a dangerous world out there. The church and central powers have hunted me since I was thirteen. You learn to numb yourself to the darker sides of life.''
His voice carried a hint of weariness, the weight of his past evident, yet his smile remained steady as if he'd long accepted the harsh reality. As Archer spoke, a sudden unease washed over him, his instincts instantly warning him of a threat.
'Another attack? But the Swarm has been dealt with?'
