The Greatest Magician on Earth, brought low by insanity and delusion. How Anassa appeared, it is unknown. She is the only Divine to be older than her demesne. Perhaps there is a little bit of Anassa within everyone? After all, who wouldn't want the power to re-write reality?
- Excerpt from the secrets texts in the White Pantheon's closed library. Written by Goddess Allasaria, Of Light: 'Untitled'.
Anassa opened her eyes and took a breath. The air here was noxious and bitter and stinging with the fumes of concentrated mercury underneath her, but she didn't mind. It was the first breath she had taken through her real nose for a thousand years. A hundred crystals she had told Elassa back then, two hundred she got. Fer had reduced them to ninety-nine. A hundred was what she demanded, and she was never wrong.
