Michael had spent numerous hours contemplating what he would do once this moment arrived. Though sadly, fulfilling the Emperor's order was, realistically speaking, his one and only option.
No member of humanity had ever surpassed the power the Emperor possessed. The most logical course of action was to comply with the order and hope to leave a favorable enough impression that Nicole's father would not trouble them again.
Owen noticed the frown on Michael's face.
"Don't worry." The King reassured. "While you don't have a choice, I do. My plan is to remain at the headquarters of the Sacred Order to oversee the operations of the faction."
The man was essentially saying that he would make sure that no harm would come to Nicole.
With a nod of appreciation, Michael turned to Nicole.
A few seconds passed as they stared silently at each other. Eventually it was Nicole that broke the stillness.
"Go get them."
Her lips curved into a breathtaking smile.
