When one mentions the Spine of Atlaris, they imagine the vast expanse of the frozen mountain range that reaches impossible heights at the end of the world. Never had the hero expected it to be a spine in the literal sense; underneath the earth and in the ethereal plain, it was the dead carcass of Nerva, and above, a mountain range with its foundation being the goddess's spine itself.
"We're almost out of time…" Standing at the curve of the goddess's back, Raven looked down and saw a faint golden glimmer as well as many others like it–albeit of different senses and forms. "We have to jump to get to the inner section of her body; everyone ready?"
Looking back, he caught a glimpse of exhaustion waving across everyone's faces. They'd been climbing for a while and even fighting the peculiar horrors trying to pull them off. Unable to harm the creatures, their struggle to get up had been a sheer vertical climb.
