Olephia is a walking storm. Neneria has a pocket army. Irinika is near-unstoppable. Baalka's diseases can destroy kingdoms. Fer's warherds ravage the countryside. But Anassa?
I would prefer to parley with any of the aforementioned Goddesses than Anassa. It boggles the mind that Malam, Goddess of Hatred, is somehow more pleasant to deal with than her.
- Excerpt from the secrets texts in the White Pantheon's closed library. Written by Goddess Maisara, of Order: 'Documenting the Daughters.'
Fer walked through the secret compound her father had set up to give Mikhail Alash a space to make his tools. It was deep in Karaina B, in an area once forgotten and now teeming with life thanks to the sudden economic resurgence Alash's factories had brought. His recruited engineers and engineers were just as mad as him, and the fact half of them were transferred to Kirinyaa to design machines in the open there did not seem to put a single damper in their spirits.
