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Instead, she dreamed another dream.

In it, she is still in the forest at night.

But she is not alone.

She is a creature like Emperor.

Beside her, a massive white hornbeast slumbers in the dream of another.

It was serene and beautiful. Magallan could not help but reach out to caress It.

But It is so dignified and solemn that her hand stops in mid-air.

She decides to lay down next to It and dream together with It.

A dream within a dream.

In it, a dark shadow shambles towards the tree hole where the group is sleeping.

Behind it is a trail of darkness and filth.

Black snow falls from the sky, burning away Santalla's frost and creating a gap.

The shadow walks towards the gap, leaving its vile trail on the ground.

Suddenly, a hornbeast catches its attention.

The hornbeast leaps and disappears. By the time the shadow turns around, the gap is filled with frost again.

It gazes upon the frost, and shambles towards where the hornbeast disappeared.

The hornbeast is still by Magallan when she wakes up.

But Its horn had begun to melt.

Then Its body, then the forest.

Magallan sits upon the snow, snowflakes falling on her beak.

For some reason, she feels regret.

She never sees the hornbeast's eyes, until the dream vanishes.

Oh!

You're up early today.

I just happened to wake up...

Perhaps that was not the entire story. Her sleeping bag is wet near the pocket.

She remembers pulling the pocket's zipper shut before sleeping, but it is open now, as if something fell out.

There was nothing missing though—

Except a little Sami souvenir.

Typhon...

What's the matter? Got out the wrong side of bed?

Does Amma's Affection disappear?

Mother has to take care of so many. She can't stay by your side forever.

Did the Affection I gave you melt?

Yeah...

Maybe that's a good thing.

Maybe she took care of a big problem for us, without us even realizing.

If possible, I'd have liked to keep it with me.

Well, we can always find another. It's not that hard.

Oh, okay!

That's... the beast that attacked us the other day.

Hasn't been dead for long.

Looks like it was rammed to death by a large herbivore.

Self-defense, to avoid being eaten?

No, it came for revenge while the predator was weakened.

Maybe it lost a friend or family when it was little, and sought vengeance once it grew up.

Animals, seeking revenge...

The hunter kills its prey, and the offspring takes revenge. Humans do that, and so do animals.

We're not as different from them as you 'civilized' folk believe.

But that aside... hunter, shaman, over here. We have a bigger problem.

Simone... this rockhorn...

Yes, a demon did this.

Take the foal away, oak-child. Don't let it lick the mother's blood.

Gotcha.

(Imitates a rockhorn cry)

The foal hears the call and staggers away from its mother and towards Oakcup.

(Sobbing cry)

It's scared. Don't worry, I'm here.

(Licks the baby rockhorn's forehead)

(Picks up her camera)

Click—

Magallan looks at the photo.

With her own eyes, she can clearly see the rockhorn bleeding blood as black as ink.

But the blood doesn't appear in the photo at all.

It wasn't caused directly by a demon, just a corrupted creature, some kind of beast.

It won't be turned.

Can you save it, oak-child?

One second. Watch over the baby for a bit, Magallan.

(Imitates a rockhorn cry)

Oakcup leads the foal to Magallan, then heads towards the injured rockhorn.

H-Hello?

Magallan stretches out her hand, and the foal happily rubs its head against her palm.

Hehe...

(Low cry)

(Pained cry)

Not good... We might've had a chance if we'd arrived earlier, but now...

All we can do is ease its pain.

Stand aside, hunter.

Don't let the foal see.

Hmm...

(Long call)

(Stifled moan)

No need to be afraid. It won't hurt.

(Waves staff)

Sleep now. Roam free in dream.

Over hills, over swamp♪

(Puts down staff and takes out dagger)

Rest in Amma's woods, for she watches over you♪

No more pain, no more suffering♪

With the souls of all life—

(Pierces the rockhorn's throat with the dagger)

Roam free on Sami's back♪

Rest now, soul of the land...

Oo... (imitates rockhorn mother's cry)

Oh...

Hearing the call, the foal hurries to Oakcup's side.

(Low cry)

(High-pitched call)

Fear not. Your mother is with you.

With her blood... her tears...