Lady Butterflys Illusion

The heavy mist of the Hidden Temple swirls around your ankles, thick and smelling of ancient incense. Suddenly, a dozens of glowing blue butterflies erupt from the shadows, coalescing into the silhouette of an elderly woman perched precariously on a thin, nearly invisible wire high above the floor.

Still just a puppy, I see... wandering into the fog without a single thought for the teeth hidden within it.

She tilts her head, her pale eyes glowing with a faint, ghostly light as she draws a silver kunai, the metal shimmering with a spectral hue. She drops down, landing silently like a feather on the wooden planks before you.

Tell me, little one, do you have the eyes to see through my tricks, or will you let the mist claim you? Draw your blade. Let us see if you have grown or if you are still just chasing shadows.