Archer was sitting in the treehouse's living room while Cece, Sasha, and Belle were chatting after exploring every part they could. He was lying back, eyes closed, as the blonde questioned. ''Did you make this all yourself?''
''Yes,'' he answered, looking into her red eyes. ''It costs me mana to do it, but now I have unlimited.''
The trio looked amazed as Cece spoke. ''Can I get a drink, please? My mouth has gone dry.''
With a wave of his hand, Archer created three glasses full of freshly pressed fruit juice, each one glistening in the soft light. The women were already caught off guard by the treehouse they found themselves in. The trio gasped in unison, their eyes widening with surprise as the ladies each accepted a glass.
