Yuki almost flinched when she bore witness to Yggdrasil's hardened gaze. She could catch only a mere streak of some kind of emotion reflected in her fellow Knight's orbs. Regret? Confused at both Ace's behavior and Sachiro's decision, Yuki steeled herself before giving her answer. "Of course. To show disloyalty now would only hand victory over to these rebels." Sachiro nodded at her Knight's approval with warm regard, and so felt no offense when Yuki spoke out once more.

"However...forgive me Superior, but I must ask...why the Great Beast?" The usual confidence exuded by Asgard was laced now with something new and despised; hesitation.

"Yes, it's quite alright for you to be curious about our grand future Asgard." Sachiro swept her arms to motion towards the hologram before them. "You see, this project of mine has actually been in the works for quite some time now. What you see before you is an artificial Great Beast, one controlled directly by the Unity of my own Tome. Needless to say, Jester and I have been very pleased with the current results."

Jester.

At the mention of the Magix Man, Yuki internally frowned. Of course he would have placed such a goal within her Superior's head. Still, she could do nothing to him, seeing as this was what Sachiro deeply wanted.

The man of the hour himself still stood above the roof with Evie at his side. As the air began to softly whir around them, Jester broke off his gaze as he noticed the change of clothing slowly forming on the young girl. "You have an interesting Tome, Evie." Taking her hand within his, the area began to change once more. However this time, the background melded and swirled into itself with streaks of gray, black, and white.

It was over in a moment, and yet it was as long as several eternities. Sure enough, Jester had brought them to a new location, teleporting them on the exact hill Evie found herself just mere hours before. "I thought it would be best to discuss your future in less...drastic circumstances. Now then, Evie Rul...." Jester offered her an outstretched hand. A single moment that would decide fate.

"Are you ready to become my precious catalyst for change?"