While Michael and Gaya were navigating the unique challenges of Nithroel's temple, Andohr, back in his fortress, was seething. He paced back and forth, his hands clenched behind his back, his face contorted in a mask of fury.
He had been so close. So damn close. He manipulated Agra, set the stage for a confrontation, and then nothing. Something blocked him from teleporting into Ava's forest and prevented him from capturing the God of Darkness when he was vulnerable. It made his blood boil just thinking about it.
His gaze fell on the mirror in the corner of the room, the one that showed her. Diana. Trapped in the Timeless Prison, a specially designed cell that froze its occupant in a moment of absolute agony. She was still unbroken and defiant. Despite everything he'd done to her, despite the years she'd spent in that place, her spirit remained unbent. It was infuriating.
