The Conquerors Path



With a touch on the orb, a shining light started to spill out from it. The connection is soon being called out to the 7 existing QuiverLords, and as you all can guess, they aren't free all the time and have their own duties and responsibilities. The collection is among the strongest fighters in the Archery Association.

The members all being at the Origin Level 10 and have powers to distinguish themselves from the rest. They all stay to head the main branches of the Archery Association at different places across the world. Their existence stands in both the realms, and they consist of different species too.

In normal situations, the only one who can command them to get together is my master, the one and only Archery Empress. But as the Young leader, I have the single authority to call upon a meeting in case I deem the situation dire enough to hold the attention of all the 7 QuiverLords.

And as the time is tight, they won't be able to gather up quickly. But that doesn't change the fact that I can't have them here virtually. Thankfully, I hold the complete support of all the QuiverLords, with all my achievements and the people under me. They are all more than happy to serve me in the future.

In fact, I have complete support from every member of the Archery Association. Hence, a minute went by, and 7 spots in the orb slowly got brighter. Busy as they are, it will take some time for them to make time so quickly and unannounced. Yet they have to do it. Hence, within 2 minutes, the orb completely lit up with 7 lights. Just as that happened, another burst of bright light took place.

This time, a change happened as 7 illusory figures appeared around the ice throne that I sat on. The count made up to a total of 4 men and 3 women, each of them well-looking and powerful. The combination is 2 humans, 2 elves, a demon, a beast-man, and finally a werewolf, which is another demon.

In this combination came with one human, one demon, one elf, and the beastman being male, while the rest being female. The moment they solidified, their eyes landed on me, who kept looking at all of them with a respectful smile.

"First of all, thanks for all of you gathering at such short notice," I spoke, to which all of them nodded their heads. In this, Draxton, one of the QuiverLords and the beastman of the hawk tribe, took the lead, his skin being dusky tan, hinting at the earthy hues of a hawk's plumage. His eyes, keen and piercing, resembled the fiery amber orbs of a raptor, radiating innate wisdom. Feathers adorned his head in a crest, cascading down his back like an elegant mane of feathers, each one bearing the intricate patterns of hawk wings.

His arms, strong and sinewy, were tinged with the russet and grey tones of his avian heritage. The skin on his forearms gave way to sleek feathers that helped him soar through the skies with unparalleled grace. His fingers terminated in sharp talons, capable of both delicate precision and lethal precision. His legs, strong and agile, bore the powerful talons of a hawk, allowing him to navigate both the ground and the heavens with equal prowess.

Wings, grand and majestic, spanned from his shoulder blades, their feathers iridescent in the sunlight, allowing him to take flight with breathtaking ease. He wore a robe of feathers woven together, his face confused as he asked with his brows furrowed,

"What's the meaning of this, young leader?" His voice turned a bit higher as he pointed at the man lying fully beaten up on the ground while looking around at the rest of the members staying around as they kept trembling in their places.

"Are you well acquainted with this man?" I asked, to which Draxton nodded his head. His voice filled up the room as he spoke.

"I do, he is someone that I sponsor, quite well-talented at that, or in this case, was..." His voice turned somber at the end as he looked at the beaten-up and pitiful man on the floor.

"What's the issue here, young leader?" The werewolf, a woman of powerful stature, spoke. Her feline eyes turned curious as she looked at the gathering around. Her skin, a flawless porcelain canvas, hinted at the untamed wilderness beneath. Raven hair cascaded down her back like an obsidian waterfall, entwined with silver strands that shimmered like moonlight.

She bears a lustrous crescent-shaped birthmark on her left cheek, a subtle reminder of her lupine lineage. Her lips, plush and crimson, seemed to beckon with an irresistible promise.

Her lithe, sinuous figure moved with an otherworldly allure, every step a sensual dance that entranced those who beheld her. Long, elegant limbs terminated in razor-sharp claws, a potent reminder of her primal power. Her legs, strong and agile, ended in delicately furred paws, bearing the mark of a lycanthrope.

Around her neck, a silver pendant in the shape of a wolf's head gleamed, symbolizing her connection to the moon and the wild.

"Well, the first thing to report is that this man had a bomb in him and just before tried to explode it as to kill me." My words brought silence to the room, all the members quickly processing the idea as all their eyes soon turned to the surprised eyes of Draxton, who seemed to have paled quite well in the image he was showing. His eyes showed incredulity as he spoke.

"This must be some mistake, I have no idea of this." He replied, his tone a bit scarce, well it has to be, as all the 7 QuiverLords know the fact that Eleanor dotes on me a bit too much. And if I was to speak of such a problem, QuiverLord or not, he could say goodbye to his life.

'Though she will kill him even if I say nothing...' Knowing the current Eleanor, things might get heated up if she gets herself involved.

"Before we got to that, the reason that I caught this man and all you see around is due to the fact that they have been skimming some money..." Starting to speak, I started to tell them about their motive and how the actions would have ended up. My words riled up the 7 as the thing they did would have even badly affected the main branches they were heading. Such a reaction only seems to heighten the fear and despair of the group huddled in the hall.

"Now first, why don't you all tell me what you all know?" I suddenly spoke, cutting through the tense room. My words were the divine law as one of the men walked up with some courage and started to speak.

"W-We at first didn't think of doing this; it's him who came up to us and proposed the idea. His words somehow convinced us to take such actions..." Though the man's words sounded pitiful, the QuiverLords weren't entertained, to which the man could only gulp down his saliva as I asked.

"What gave you the confidence to take such action?" This startled the man, his eyes moving towards Draxton, who stayed there silent. Afterward, the man's eyes turned towards me, his voice meek as he spoke.

"Well, he said that he has the backing of Lord Draxton and nothing will happen to us..." At the end of his words, the rest of the gathered members in the hall nodded their heads. As such, the atmosphere once again turned for the worst as they all turned to look at Draxton, whose face seemed to be twisting around. He kept his attention on me as he spoke in a respectful voice.

"I humbly voice my innocence, young lord. I can truthfully state that I have no dealings in this, and if my innocence is not proven, I am willing to give my life!" The end of his words was powerful, his gaze filled with contradictions and a patriotic love towards the Archery Association.

'His acting is really good,' I had to give it to the guy, he knows how to keep the facade in check. But sadly for him, he is looking at a bigger liar.

"So you state you have no idea of these dealings?" I asked in a strict voice, to which he nodded his head. "That's right, your leader." His response was strict and cordial.

"So if I am to now break into the hidden house of yours in Lake Fort, am I not to find your hidden communications to sabotage the Archery Association?" My words made Draxton's face crumble, those very powerful eyes now filling with fear. He didn't waste even a second, after which he cut the call. That was more than enough of the proof that I need to bury him in the ground.

"That bastard!" The werewolf woman shouted out, her voice being filled with the pain of betrayal, which seemed to shine on the faces of the rest of the QuiverLords. All of them were friends and people who worked with each other, some even knowing each other for a long time and having an unspeakable debt to Eleanor.

"I am the closest to him; just give me the order, and I shall hunt him to the ends of the world." One of the human male QuiverLords came up as he spoke, his size huge while his eyes seemed to burn with great anger. I just leaned happily on my throne, amusement dancing in my eyes as I smiled. My words silently filled the hall and everyone's mind.

"Don't worry about it, I've got that covered. Draxton will be in my hand soon..."