A hideous laughter surrounded Nephis as she flew above the lake, illuminating its turbulent surface with her radiance. She had long assumed the form of the spirit of flame, wielding the Blessing to battle the Madness of Kanakht.
The ancient abomination was like a vast cloud of smoke and black dust that constantly changed and shifted, obscuring hundreds of twisted forms that seemed to be hidden in its dark depths. It had no claws, no fangs, and no hands to wield deadly weapons… however, it had no blood to be spilled, no heart to be pierced, and no head to be severed either.
Its shape was whatever madness consumed its enemies, and its power was whatever obsession made them weak.
The delusions given shape by the black dust wielded monstrous strength, capable of shattering mountains and tearing titans apart. What truly made the Madness of Kanakht terrifying, however, was the dreadful onslaught of insidious mental attacks it unleashed upon its victim.
