บท 1282: A God Dies, A God Rises III

As Andohr landed before Michael, he effortlessly lifted him by the neck and took a deep breath, savoring the air. 

"Fresh air, after five thousand years of imprisonment," he remarked with a hint of malice in his voice.

"Who are you?" Michael, struggling for breath, managed to mumble, 

Andohr laughed menacingly, his grip tightening around Michael's throat. 

"Your worst nightmare," he sneered. 

"The God of Time and Space, Andohr."

A flicker of surprise and shock flashed across Michael's eyes as the reality of his adversary's identity sank in.

"Thank you for killing your own brother and ending my imprisonment," Andohr continued, his voice cold and unyielding.

At that moment, Salesi quickly rushed toward Andohr and knelt down before him. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at her father, now free from his long confinement.