Beginning note: I don't own Spirited Away, I'm not making any money off it, and this is all for the funzys.
Ablution - A ceremonial act of washing parts of the body or sacred containers
Inundation
"Of all the trials you and yours have faced since beginning this journey, young dragonling, this will be the most momentous. All will be for not, if you cannot best yourself."
A head cocked to the side, dark hair rippling about his shoulders in the ever-present breeze that lived along the shoreline. "Is that the hint you have chosen to present me with? That I must best myself?" he asked, tensing slightly.
The child god laughed, pupal-less black eyes brightening slightly with the sort of glee that she had only ever witnessed in the other-worldly ones. The kind of glee that touches on dark amusement. The kind of glee that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.
"Of a sort. Inundation is your real hint. Hint and trial and triumph. If you are strong enough to claim it. Should you not, though, your suffering will not just be your own."
"Inundation?"
"Flood waters, little river. Flood waters that consume all in their path."
Eyes widened, feet began to move, hair whipping around as he spun from his place facing The Nameless, to enter the cavern, and face their final trial.
Note: Sorry about the few days' wait; I've not had a single day off work. I'm currently working with some prompts with a couple of friends, so I might get a few of these done tonight. Enjoy.