Chapter 194 I don't have title for this chapter Lol

Tyrande snuggled in Arthur's arms. She whispered.

" What took you so long?"

Arthur recalled his memories. He said gently.

" I almost died in my world. My soul was crumbling."

Tyrande's breathe hastened. She held Arthur tightly.

" What happened? Are you alright?"

Arthur laughed softly. He felt it would be better not to explain anymore. After all, it's all in the past. He is even more powerful than before.

" Don't worry. I am alright, aren't I? Besides, I never thought the time power would affect our worlds."

Tyrande rubbed her head on his chest. She wanted to stay like this forever.

" Don't do that again. I never regretted loving you, nor I regretted having your child."

Arthur's mind buzzed. He said with confusion.

" Wait, what do you mean that? I have a child?"

Tyrande nodded. Her beautiful eyes showed her belief.

" Yes, you have a son. I named him Kale Frostwind. He is the bravest elf in this world."

Arthur looked at her with a questioning look. He never imagined that he would have a son and his son is older than he. This was pretty strange and illogical to him, but he didn't care it. Because he felt it was the best.

" Can I meet with him? I have countless things in my mind now."

Tyrande nodded. She trusted in Arthur's heart because he was the kindest person in the world to her.

" Ahem."

A young man came down from the stairs. Arthur looked at him and found out he was similar to his face.

Kale looked at Arthur with interest. He said calmly.

" So, you must be my irresponsible father who left my mother alone for 10000 years?"

Tyrande looked at her son with amazement. She never heard her son talking like this. Tyrande said angrily.

" Kale!"

However, Arthur stopped her. He looked at his son with a calm gaze.

" I assume that you are my son. Although it's our first time meeting, I believe I had sufficient reason to go back here."

Kale burst out with powerful mana. The trees and ground were trembling. Arthur smiled slightly. He snapped his finger.

Kacha*

The space was distorted. Kale looked around him with bewilderment. He never saw magic like this.

Swoosh*

Arthur teleported next to him. He tapped on his shoulder, and Kale's mana disappeared like nothing.

Kale said with a surprise.

" What kind of magic is this?"

Tyrande shook her head helplessly. Of course, she knew Arthur's magic and his power. Arthur is a natural enemy of magic users.

" Mirror dimension and anti mana. You are too tender to face a veteran like me."

Kale sighed. He shrugged his shoulders.

" Originally, I wanted to see your power. Uncle Illidan said your anti mana was more powerful than his. It appears that it was the truth. I apologize for my rudeness, father."

Arthur's eyes lit up. He hugged his son. Kale felt strange and relieved. He never felt father's love in his life. Even so, he yearned for it.

" I am sorry, my son. I never meant this to you."

Kale didn't say anything. He was silently listening to his father. He never blamed his father anyway.

Arthur continued.

" I promise to take care of you from now on."

2 hours later.

Arthur was sitting with his family and friend. Steve was looking at Kale with a sluggish look. He asked.

" Are you really his son? I mean, you look like him, but I just couldn't believe it."

Malfurion laughed loudly.

" Yes, it was hard for me at first until I saw her belly."

Steve said with a serious tone.

" Arthur, you behaved like Tony here. You left your pregnant wife here for this long. How irresponsible of you!"

Arthur scratched his head with embarrassment, but he didn't deny his words.

Tyrande smiled softly.

" It's alright. Everything happened in the past. Besides, he accepted his responsibility."

Steve sighed lightly. He envied Arthur's charisma for the first time. Lothar asked with curiosity.

" So, how powerful are you?"

Kale said with a modest tone.

" I can beat everyone except for demi gods and gods. My magic alone can rival Kirin Tor's best mage."

Lothar gulped. Even he wasn't sure to beat archmages.

Screech*

Suddenly, something went down to the temple. Arthur rubbed his temple with distress.