The force of the whirlwind caused Sayaka's body to turn just slightly, as her face stayed down, the weight of her head keeping it grounded as her limbs contorted strangely.

The familiars scattered wildly, putting up no fight, though they rose again with the intention to twirl close and closer, mindlessly drawn to the magical girl. As the barrier erected, Oktavia reached with an unforgiving sword to smash against it, wham, wham, wham!— as the tiny arms and legs of the dancers joined in the chorus.

Behind them, Crystallis was starting to come in more clearly, the colours and sounds returning to the world... making one wonder which place the dream may really be.