While the four children were lost in the Domain, Archer was in Emberport City as the Mana Storm slammed into Thrylos. Waves slammed against the road that traced the shore west, forcing the merchants into the rest stop.
''Damn weather,'' he muttered. ''It's only getting worse.''
He tried to teleport to the Domain, but nothing happened as a portal didn't open, just as Aisha's voice echoed in his mind. 'My love. High Command has lost contact with the 1st Fleet. They were returning to southern Draconia, and she's not responding to my messages.'
'Alright, I'll contact Olivia since I gave you girls the tattoos and can use more mana,' he replied.
Following that, he sent the white-haired beauty a message that she instantly answered. 'Arch! We've taken shelter on an island to the far south thanks to the storm blowing us off course.'
