[ impatient, the ox huffs, its hooves meeting the earth and dragging his toes through them. ahmi, now on her feet, squeezes yuuki with excitement. ]

Yes! He was the last of thirteen techniques that were scattered many . . . Many lives ago. Holed up by demons in a machine that spouted storms against his will.

[ she approaches the ox’s front and leaves the girl for now. ]

And now we are here, together again.

[ the ox soon, after a deep mooooo, shrinks into an orb of light— and into ahmi it goes. their surroundings shift to what they used to be: grass, the stars, and the nighttime sky. ]