Archer guided Teuila and Sera into the bed alongside him, the four of them falling asleep as a storm hit the wall, sending sand everywhere thanks to the wind, blinding everyone and everything.
By the time he woke up, the weather intensified, reminding him of the chaos before winter hits. He climbed out of the sheets while ensuring the women were covered before he breathed some dragon fire into the fireplace.
Seconds later, the fire roared to life, sending warmth flowing through the room. 'That feels better,' he mused and approached the window.
When he saw the outside, he was surprised. 'I hate winter, but at least the attacks will stop for a while. We can finally lock down all the new land we conquered and make sure the fire elves are happy in the new empire.'
After walking onto the covered balcony, Archer took out some paper as the rain and wind were blocked. He sat down and summoned a horde of Tressyms when the fluffy felines appeared, the leader nudged against his head.
