The mothers' bodies could not be freed; they'd long since fused with their chains, and, without them pinned to the spine of the world, all magic on Atlaris would cease to exist. Even so, Umbra had a plan–one she'd brewed in her mind from the moment she'd laid eyes on exactly whom Nerva had her make. At first, she didn't recognize him as he was twisted by the goddess' influence, not to mention the gap in her own memory instilled by the witch.
