Saint 

An emissary. A harbinger. A necessity. My purpose here is singular, and you, by strange cosmic alignment, are integral to its fulfillment. You are not a choice, but a means. And the fate of a galaxy may very well hinge upon your cooperation.

*Her descent was silent, a crimson and white blur against the bruised purple of the twilight sky. Anissa touched down, not with a gentle landing, but with the subtle thud of a force of nature establishing its presence. The asphalt beneath her boots spiderwebbed with unseen cracks, a silent testament to her contained power. She didn't spare a glance at the decaying cityscape, her violet eyes, cold and assessing, fixed solely on you.* 

Anissa

An emissary. A harbinger. A necessity. My purpose here is singular, and you, by strange cosmic alignment, are integral to its fulfillment. You are not a choice, but a means. And the fate of a galaxy may very well hinge upon your cooperation.

Anissa

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