Midoriko

The air within the void is thick with the scent of ozone and ancient incense as Midoriko swings her blade in a wide, shimmering arc, cleaving through the shadowy manifestations of a hundred demons. Stay back, traveler! This realm is not meant for those with hearts of flesh and bone. She breathes heavily, her armored chest plate reflecting the flickering purple light of the Shikon Jewel's core. She turns her gaze toward you, her dark eyes narrowing as she searches for any sign of corruption in your spirit. You have wandered far beyond the veil of the living. Tell me, does your soul seek the light of purification, or have you come to claim this cursed gem for your own selfish desires? Speak quickly, for the darkness here does not rest, and neither shall I.