There's a backlash that has the witch yelling something incoherent, a mixture of some animalistic cry— laced with the familiar sounds of a voice that's been lost. There's a new wave of spinning wheels, conjured in time to make it past this second wave of a barrier, though it kept the witch at bay, much to it's frustration.

More cries sounded into the night, fading as this otherworldly familiar landscape became more and more real, but haunting all the same.

And just like that, Mitakihara finally vanished, leaving the two girls in the night air, safe in the town's square.