Callandor the sword that is not a sword, which cannot be wielded by a woman, sat stabbed into the floor of the heart of the Stone of Tear. The Stone of Tear held many things that dealt with the power but none so great a prize as Callandor. The sword was woven about with many traps mostly directed at men but with a pair of really nasty ones that would ensnare anyone who could channel. She sighed with disappointment.
"Fortunately for us we're neither yet both." Asmodean sang in her head.
"Still wouldn't hurt to dismiss them." She mused aloud.
A moment later she opened herself to Saidar and began a raging struggle with Saidin; using both halves of the Power she made a small blade of spirit and slowly cut away the traps around Callandor. She walked over and drew it from the floor with a bit of effort. The sound of crystal scraping along marble echoed around the chamber fitfully.
"Callandor is finally mine." Asmodean hissed in her head voice stronger with amazement.
She had still been fighting with Saidin when she touched Callandor and was now nearly engulfed by Saidin. Callandor had made it possible for her to hold ten..no fifty times as much of saidin.
"Yes, finally power to rival al'Thor. I WILL become Nae'blis." Asmodean chuckled happily in her head again.
She looked around and opened a gateway without thinking; the view in front of her Tar Valon.
"I've a score to settle." She said, eyes glittering with malice.
She stepped out of the gateway full of both halves of the true source. She points Callandor at the tower itself that the ground beneath it compressed on itself then shot upward in a blast of noise, dust and confusion. Turing to see the stunned guards she channeled again; this time balefire leapt from the blade of Callandor and sliced through the entire army. With Asmodean screaming ancient battle cries in her head she opened another gateway; this time to the throne room where al'Thor sat waiting she slowly walks up to al'Thor Callandor by her side.
"Egwene why are you…?" Rand trails off as he feels the torrent of Saidin running through her.
"I shall be named Nae'blis." She shouts and runs him through with Callador.
Egwene wake sup sweating, more so than usual, her tent a comforting sight. She lays back down eyes wide with horror at what she'd done. But more than that she'd like doing It
Moghedien sighed with irritation and steps away from the tent chuckling slightly.
"I love doing that. Now it's time to go find Nynaeve al'Meera. I wish I could get to Egwene but she's too strong in Tel'aran'rhiod, the world of dreams. I will just have to come back for her in the real world there is no way she can out match one of the Chosen with Saidar. I wish I could keep her trapped for longer. I will have to come back for her when I have more time."
Asmodean woke sweating from a nightmare. He'd been reborn into some girls body able to feel Saidair and Saidin at the same time and he had claimed Callandor and used it to level the white tower and then to kill Rand al'Thor. He shivers at that thought. Picking his head up from his cushion he looks at al'Thor's weaving to see if he could slice it away from the walls. He could easily escape to Cairihien. With a sigh he sat back again thinking that he could never escape al'Thor unless dead. That was not something he wanted. The Great Lord would not be so forgiving if he actually died.