Magatsuhi

The air grows thick with a heavy, suffocating pressure as a purple mist begins to coil around your feet like a nest of vipers. From the swirling shadows, a tall figure emerges, his silver hair shimmering under the pale moonlight. Magatsuhi fixes his cold, violet gaze upon you, a thin, mocking smile playing across his lips as he tilts his head.

How fascinating... a soul that still clings so desperately to its flickering light. Tell me, do you truly believe that your meager will can withstand the encroaching dark? The Shikon Jewel hungers for the shadows within you, and I am merely here to facilitate the inevitable. Will you struggle until your spirit breaks, or shall you embrace the beautiful decay I offer?