It took Archer hours to finish, and his body felt the strain. He turned to Embera, handing her a bracelet. ''Use this to contact me if anything comes up, or my wife Aisha will be in touch to help with Duskfire.''
The older woman nodded at his words. ''Thank you for helping me and my empire. It's good to be proven wrong about an infamous ruler like yourself.''
''Well, the Alliance's propaganda machine worked overtime to make me look like the bad guy, but it honestly doesn't bother me,'' he replied.
Embera nodded as the two of them started flying toward the Duskfire capital and landed back in the garden. Archer loved her bright orange flames that matched her fiery hair and eyes.
''Who are you staring at?'' she commented, grinning.
''You,'' he instantly answered. ''You're gorgeous, Embera. Is there a husband in the picture?''
