“It’s not working,” he mutters. “Three years of research since they were taken. The book won’t reignite because the connection isn’t just power—it’s memory . The Mamodo don’t remember us, so the spells won’t return.”

Kiyomaro doesn’t flinch. He pulls out a strange device—a modified cell phone that emits a frequency that disrupts Gorm’s control over minor constructs. It buys them ten seconds.

Back on Earth, Kiyomaro and Suzy are ambushed by a new type of enemy: a Belgim E.O. Sentinel . It’s a humanoid construct of black iron and violet energy, its face a blank mask except for a single, weeping eye. It speaks in a distorted chorus of voices—the stolen voices of the Mamodo.