Surrounded by the witchcraft spawn, Amma's hoofprints transform into an arrow of light.

Time to go, Endmin. We should check on Mister Andre in the cabin.

The massive spawn collapses, its energy draining away as confusion sets in and overtakes its mind.

It howls with fury and denial, trying to call forth more of its kind. It intends to trap the tiny lifeforms within the same dream.

But they will not succeed, for Typhoeus has our hero by her side...

...and Amma is with them as well.

The great arrow leaves a glowing trail of dreamy lights. It tears the night sky apart and illuminates the path.

The forest is empty. There are no monsters, lost souls, nor Amma...

The dream has ended, and everything is gone.

Typh...

An arrow...?

"Where is my creator? Why hasn't the creator returned?"

But soon, it remembers that it has been abandoned within the nightmare.