Bab 1289: Nithroel's Treachery

Michael was taken aback by Nithroel's sudden and ruthless request. The shock was clear on his face as he processed her words. Before he could respond, Elidyr stepped forward, nodding in agreement with Nithroel.

"She's right, my lord," Elidyr said, his voice steady. 

"We need a ruler like her to govern the mortal realm and be our ally. Someone who understands the complexities of power and the necessity of tough decisions." Elidyr continued.

"You can't stay here forever pretending to be something you're not. You're not a king meant to sit on a throne; you're a warrior who battles across realms. Let Nithroel rule the mortal realm while you travel back and forth from here to the realm of the gods to gain the strength we need."

"Hmm," Michael nodded slowly, absorbing Elidyr's words. After a moment of contemplation, he turned back to face the assembly, his decision made. 

"I agree. It's the best course of action for us all."