''So, Arch, what's it like having so many beautiful wives? It must be amazing,'' Magnus asked, slurring as he was seven beers into their night out.
''Tiring but fulfilling,'' he answered. ''But they help me out in ways no one could understand and keep me grounded now I've become a Dragon God.''
Once those words left his lips, the table went silent as Lioran looked at him with a strange expression, causing Archer to lift his hand to create a ball of the purest mana Thrylos had ever seen. The four young men instantly felt the cosmic aura emanating from their friend, but it vanished as he retracted it within himself with a confident smirk. ''I'm still the same Archer you all know, just stronger and wiser.''
''How old are you now?'' Lyndon questioned.
''Twenty-two.''
''He's the baby of our group!'' Magnus exclaimed, amused and excited. ''I can't believe it!''
