At the last moment before she was to be consumed, Jur lept for her. His form curled in the air, scooping her beneath the surface. He held up his palm, from which sprang pure onna-magic, and pushed the wave-creature down. It grew, seemingly stronger, until the the shadow-light behind its eyes began to dim. But the light in Jur dimmed too.
Nyo awoke on the shore of the waters of End of the World. She felt drained and clean, as if she had just swum a thousand miles through cleansing waters. As she sat up, she saw Jur motionless, his body buffeted by the relentless tide . . .