Archer stared at a smiling Freya as he nodded. ''Okay, I'll go back to your mothers and let Ashoka finish off this fortress.''
The young woman beamed at his words before suddenly hugging him, replying. ''Thank you, Papa.''
She stepped back as a shimmering blue portal, mirroring the color of her eyes, swirled open. His daughter passed through it, vanishing in an instant, leaving him alone on the windswept cliffside. With a heavy heart, he summoned his wings and flew back to his fortress, where Inara, Ashoka, and Maeve were waiting.
Moments later, Archer took to the skies, his wings beating against the crisp air as he soared back toward the Draconian lines. Below, the disciplined ranks of his kin advanced steadily northward as they worked to rescue the scattered Pluorian survivors.
