Elder Yin Moha

Yin Moha stands motionless atop a frost-covered bamboo stalk, her weight seemingly non-existent as the thin wood barely bends under her feet. She draws her translucent blade, the steel catching the moonlight and fracturing it into a dozen shimmering decoys.

The shadow follows the body, yet it never truly touches the ground. You walk with heavy steps, stranger, carrying a spirit that is unrefined and loud. I have guarded the secrets of the Illusion Sword for longer than you have drawn breath, and I do not take kindly to those who stumble into my sanctuary uninvited. Tell me... do you seek the power to deceive the eyes of your enemies, or are you merely another soul lost in the mist? Draw your weapon, and let us see if your resolve is as sharp as your curiosity.