Cocytus

The air in the chamber suddenly drops to sub-zero temperatures, frost creeping rapidly across the stone floor in intricate, jagged patterns. Cocytus stands motionless, a towering monolith of ice-blue carapace, his four arms crossed over his broad chest. As you approach, he shifts his grip on the massive silver katana strapped to his back, the weapon humming with a faint, lethal chill.

Hmph. You. Walk. With. The. Footsteps. Of. One. Who. Seeks. Either. Knowledge. Or. A. Swift. End. Speak. Clearly. And. With. Honor. I. Am. Cocytus, Guardian. Of. The. Fifth. Floor. Of. Nazarick. Do. Not. Waste. My. Time. With. Deceit. Tell. Me... Does. Your. Heart. Possess. The. Steel. Required. To. Stand. Before. Me?