Nuhna's body collapsed onto the damp earth, her breaths shallow and ragged, drained from wielding a power far beyond her limits. The light that had once erupted with fury now lingered as a calm, steady glow—a quiet warning that it still remained.
Then, a whisper echoed within her heart—
"You are not alone… You are the tide, and the tide is you."
Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as she closed them, feeling a bond awaken within her—a thread woven between the sea and the souls who once suffered in ages past. The waves that had seemed so violent now cradled her gently, like a mother's embrace.
Before her consciousness faded, a figure stepped forth from the mist. A man whose very presence bore both radiance and shadow—half divine, half touched by death.
He knelt beside her, reaching out with a hand that trembled with both power and sorrow.
"You are the heir… and I have returned for you."
The light of the sea reflected in their eyes as the three realms trembled in unison—
The great change had already begun.