Chapter 977: Looks Like We've Cleared A Path

Archer watched as each spell struck precisely, weaving through the chaos and delivering devastating impacts. The enemy ships crumpled under the assault, their defenses crumbling as the First Fleet defeated them.
The journey north after the battle was slow due to the many vicious storms. He spent time with Maeve and Ashoke while Nyx helped Meredith with breakfast. Talila and Maeve used arrows to hunt the giant fish that swam alongside the fleet.
Thanks to them, the crew of the many ships loved it. Archer was getting massaged by the tiger woman who spoke in her charming exotic accent, "Mother showed me a relaxing massage that all wives in Ganesha do to their husbands."
Archer was enjoying pampering but opened one of his eyes to see Maeve reading a spellbook, causing him to question, "Learning a good spell, my warrior queen?"
Maeve's beautiful grey eyes landed on his topless torso. She bit her lip but shook her head. "It's a spell about gathering mana in areas without much of it," the orange-haired woman answered.
"That sounds useful," Archer said, his gaze lingering on Maeve's spellbook. "Hold onto it; I might want to learn it later."
With a playful grin, Ashoka leaned closer and teased, "And what else might you want later?" He relaxed under her soothing touch, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "I'd love to spend more time with both of you," he replied. "But I understand you must be tired."
Afterward, Ari appeared in the room, making Maeve jump as she complained, "Stop doing that, woman! You keep making us jump."
The white-haired woman giggled before sitting with the group as she spoke, "The seas to seem clear of the Alliance ships. We should reach the island in a few more days."
Archer was about to speak, but Maeve answered with a teasing smile, "We will run into trouble. You seem to forget our husband's luck when outside Draconia."
He looked back at the orange-haired woman, who gave him an innocent smile before commenting, "Don't you dare jinx us, Maeve, or I will throw you overboard."
The women giggled as Ashoka inquired, "What is the plan when we arrive at the island?"
Archer looked at his tiger wife before answering, "We will bombard it before I fight any stronger opponents while you five close in on the spell while killing as many Terravians as you can find."
While lying there, he started planning everything again as Ashoka played with his pointed ears. Her actions caused Archer to shiver, and he liked the relaxing sensation that washed over his body, making him smile.
"This feels so good. Ashoka can do this more often,' he pondered while at peace.
Following that, a giant pirate fleet suddenly ambushed the First Fleet. When Archer discovered this, he grew frustrated and took to the skies. He swooped down and burned the metal vessels using his Dragon's Breath, which was like a firestorm decimating the enemy.
While doing that, he felt someone approaching him, which made him smile and think, "This will be fun.'
know you cast a spell."'
Archer chuckled before pointing into the sky, where a violet glow lit up everything. The women looked up to see several giant rocks hurtling toward the Alliance fleet, which tried to
get out of the way.
One by one, the meteors crashed into the fleet with explosive force. The impact was monumental-ships shattered and splintered, their metal hulls buckling under the sheer power of the assault.
Bright bursts of orange and red illuminated the scene as the meteors smashed through decks and sent debris flying. Laning closer to Archer, Ari said breathlessly, "That's incredible! Your
power is amazing, Master."
Maeve's grey eyes sparkled with admiration. "You weren't kidding about the Meteor Swarm."
Ashoka, resting on Archer's arm, looked up at him with a playful grin. "That's a bit more than
a mere shower."
The women watched in awed silence, their faces reflecting the fiery spectacle. Meredith, her eyes wide with amazement, muttered, "I've never seen anything like it."
His gaze fixed on the destruction below; Archer let out a satisfied sigh. "Sometimes, a bit of firepower is all it takes to make a statement."
The last of the meteors rained down, and the once-formidable Alliance fleet was reduced to a scattering of burning wreckage and drifting debris. The sky darkened as the flames began to wane, leaving only the distant echoes of the explosions and the crackling remnants of the
battle.
As the final embers of the meteors faded, Archer turned to the women, "It looks like we've cleared a path," he said.
The group exchanged glances, their smiles reflecting their shared relief and exhilaration. Maeve stepped closer to him, her voice soft but filled with warmth. "Well done, Archer. The
fleet didn't stand a chance."
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