Andohr sat on his throne, his eyes fixated on the live feed of Nagaland playing before him. He relished every moment of Michael's suffering as Diana revealed herself to be his mother. Andohr's laughter echoed through the empty halls of his castle, a sound that was almost maniacal.
Suddenly, the feed began to flicker, and a bright light appeared before Andohr. He was taken aback, wondering what was happening. The light grew brighter until it took on the form of a woman. Andohr recognized her instantly.
"Seraphine?" he asked incredulously, tilting his head in disbelief.
"It has been quite some time since we last met, Andohr," the goddess replied with a gentle but powerful voice.
Andohr frowned, trying to comprehend why a goddess would suddenly appear before him. He had been trapped in this mortal realm for six thousand years with no way to leave. He wondered what Seraphine's motives were.