"Nithroel, alert your people in the mortal realm. Tell them to perform a clean sweep across the realm," Michael calmly commanded, reaching out to Nithroel telepathically.
In the Akilan realm, Nithroel sprang into action without hesitation. She had anticipated Skyhall's dirty tactics and had her own contingencies in place. Her response was swift and decisive.
"You're making a grave mistake, Dark Lord," Devdan growled, his voice laced with desperation.
"We'll destroy her soul and Rowena with a mere snap of our fingers."
But Michael was far beyond the point of negotiation. Instead of blindly attacking, he raised his hand, channeling 3,000 worship energy to immobilize the three elders. Their shadows thickened, materializing around them like dark tendrils, holding them in place without allowing a single muscle to twitch.
