A Journey That Changed The World.

[The Summoned Heroes POV]

The five heroes nodded in excitement before Tammy spoke again, ''Will we see bandits and outlaws?''

After speaking, the emperor, empress, and princess stared at the excited girl before Emily bonked her on the head as she said, ''Tam! Stop getting so excited over everything! We died on Earth; all you care about is bandits and magic!''

The black-haired girl giggled as she replied, ''Can't I be happy, Em? Yes, we died, but back home, we all thought it was the end. Who knew you would get sent to another world? That's amazing!''

Jason and Tim laughed while Natsumi defended Tammy, ''She has a point, Em. Who would want to be all down and depressed after dying when we can live new lives here?''

Emily sighed and chose not to argue before the empress spoke, ''Heroes, if you follow the maid that will be here shortly, she will take you to your rooms.''

The five nodded, but Tammy couldn't wait anymore, so she asked, ''Anastasia, what do you know about the white dragon?''

When the empress heard that, she looked at the heroes and thought to herself, 'Maybe I can turn them against the boy?'

With that idea, Anastasia began to speak about the white dragon, describing it as a hooligan and menace who terrorized the people; her words were abruptly cut off by a sweet, melodious laugh echoing from behind the group.

Everyone turned around to see who had interrupted them. Standing there was a drop-dead gorgeous mature woman, her presence commanding attention with striking grey hair cascading down her back.

The heroes saw the intense red eyes gleaming with mischief and wisdom. Tammy looked at her curvy figure, which oozed with confidence; she seemed to captivate the onlookers effortlessly without even noticing it.

That's when the emperor spoke. ''Mother. What brings you here?''

Emily nudged Tammy, who was staring at the goddess who had just appeared, and whispered, ''What is it with all the women in this world? Their boobs are massive.''

As the blonde girl said that, Tammy's eyes roamed down the woman's body until they reached two massive mountains, jiggling as she got closer. She gulped and replied, ''They make me want to become a lesbian, Em.''

When her friend heard that, she stepped back in shock only to hear Natsumi speaking to Jason, who was nodding along, ''Why does her grey hair look so silky? Look at her waist. It's so thin!''

Emily sighed as the empress introduced them to the newcomer, ''Heroes, this is the Novgorod Empire's guardian, Catherine Volkovitch. My husband's mother and Yevdokiya's grandmother.''

The five greeted the woman, who spoke in an accent similar to that of the emperor and princess, ''Ah, the heroes my irrational brother-in-law summoned. What a fool. Does he not understand the boy won't attack him if he just left him alone.''

Just as she spoke, the emperor requested in a weird tone, ''Mother, can we have a word in private while Anastasia takes the heroes to their chambers?''

Tammy watched the grey-haired woman give the man a slight nod before the empress said, ''This way, heroes. The maid won't be here for a little while and should be cleaning your rooms.''

Everyone nodded and followed the empress, who led them to their living space, while Catherine stared at the emperor with an unknown look.

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[Catherine Volkovitch POV]

Catherine looked at her foolish son, who wouldn't leave the white dragon alone. She sighed before commenting, ''Can't you leave the boy alone? There's no point poking a sleeping dragon when it's not bothering us.''

Anatoly complained, ''Why are you defending a lizard, Mother? He robbed the church and has killed many of its followers!''

''Only because they went after him and his girls. I've gone to Pluoria and watched him for a while, and I believe he is innocent. Do you want to know what I saw, Anatoly?'' She asked with a grin.

He nodded, causing her to smirk, ''A boy living life with his women. He was supporting them during their fights and was pretty friendly. But what did you want to speak to me about?''

Catherine observed her son's growing nervousness before he finally spoke, "Jeremiah and I are devising a plan to eliminate the white dragon once and for all. His ambitions will only lead him to challenge the Novgorod Empire in the future."

'This foolish son of mine. He will only bring trouble to this family.' She thought when she heard Anatoly's plan.

She sighed before answering, ''Do what you like. But don't come running to me when his armies march on the capital.''

When Anatoly hears his mother's words, he gets angry, "He won't set foot on Verdantia! We have several demi-gods protecting the continent who won't allow him to destroy the land."

After saying his peace, Catherine watched her son walk away in anger, but as she turned away, a vision hit her, which shook her to the core. She froze in horror at the sight before her. An apocalyptic army advanced menacingly toward the capital, its ominous presence felt by all.

At its helm strode a figure she recognized all too well, a boy dressed in casual attire. Yet, despite his relaxed appearance, an undeniable aura of authority surrounded him. Soldiers, numbering in the thousands, marched relentlessly on foot.

Above them, dragons soared through the sky, their massive wings casting ominous shadows over the land. The dragons engaged in fierce battles with mages, unleashing torrents of dragon fire that lit up the sky with blazing infernos.

Catherine's heart sank as she watched the capital of Novgorod engulfed in flames, the once majestic city now reduced to a burning ruin. She watched Archer, visibly enraged, leading the army from the front, showing no mercy as he commanded his soldiers to attack.

"My dragon soldiers, advance! Show no mercy to the city's defenders! Show them what happens when you attack me in my own home!" His voice pierced through the chaos with chilling clarity, leaving no room for doubt about his intentions.

Frenzied soldiers charged forward, their weapons raised high as they stormed toward the city walls. With reckless abandon, they scaled the walls, their faces contorted in rage as they clashed with the defenders.

The dragons, fueled by their master's anger, unleashed devastation upon the city, their fiery breath consuming everything in its path. She could only watch in horror as the once-proud capital fell to the onslaught, a wave of destruction that seemed unstoppable.

Catherine stood upon the highest parapet of Novgorod, her heart heavy with grief and despair as she witnessed her beloved city being mercilessly ravaged by the Draconian Army, led by none other than Archer Wyldheart.

Tears blurred her vision as she saw the once-grand streets now engulfed in flames, the sounds of destruction and chaos tearing through the air like a relentless storm. When seeing all this, she thought. 'I need to prevent this future from happening. My idiotic son mustn't kill those girls, or we will wake up an unstoppable monster.'

In the distance, Catherine could see the Draconian soldiers, their black armor gleaming in the firelight as they ruthlessly cut down innocent civilians. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and blood, and the anguished cries of the dying pierced her soul like daggers.

Her heart shattered into a million pieces as she watched Archer himself, a figure she once knew as a boy filled with hope and promise, a boy who she knew wouldn't kill innocent people but by her son and brother-in-law's hands, transformed into a harbinger of death and destruction.

He stood tall amidst the carnage, his face twisted with cruelty as he oversaw the horror unfolding before him. With a heavy heart, she witnessed the Draconian soldiers stacking the heads of her people into pyramids.

A morbid display of their power and brutality. Each head represented a life lost, a soul extinguished, and Catherine felt a profound sense of helplessness wash over her.

But amidst the horror, a chilling silence descended upon the city as Archer stepped forward, his presence commanding and his gaze piercing. He addressed the terrified survivors with a voice that sent shivers down her spine.

His voice trembled with emotion as he recounted the tragic fate of his beloved girls, each name a dagger to the heart.

"My beautiful Teuila died taking a poisoned blade to the heart for me. And my dear Ella, who had been with me for years," he continued, his words choked with sorrow, "died protecting me from the assassins sent by the empire."

His voice grew louder, filled with anguish and rage. "Nefertiti, Nala, Sera, Talila, Hemera, Hecate, Leira, Lyniel, Halime, Sia—

all of them," he shouted, each name a painful reminder of what he had lost. "They were innocent, yet they were slaughtered mercilessly by those who sought to harm me."

Tears blurred Catherine's vision as she watched Archer's raw grief and overwhelming anger. His words cut through the silence like a dagger, each syllable carrying the weight of his sorrow and loss.

"Why did they have to kill them?" he cried out to the heavens, his voice filled with anguish and despair. "They were innocent, they did nothing wrong!"

[Please let me know if you spot any mistakes, and I will edit them. Thank you]