Just as soon as Nora was sent back, still within the ethereal world, the Bear Mother turned about, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperation. "I have done as you asked. I even used my divinity, please, will you let me go now?"
Suddenly, the flowers from the Sakura tree paused in midair, then rushed together, fusing to form the outline of a woman's face. The voice that emerged sounded as if the thousands of flowers were speaking in unison. "You did well, Bear Mother. Even a lesser god trash like you can be so useful. I am indeed impressed. For a second, I even believed you loved the little mortal."
The Bear Mother looked at the floral figure, her eyes filled with both fear and hatred. "What did I do wrong for you to use me like this?"