For as long as the Shikon No Tama existed, humans and demons alike would always be drawn to it like a moth to a flame. They kept coming, day after day, night after night, Kikyo was reminded of the greed that permeated everything living. It was a hunger that could never be sated, a craving that never disappeared.

She knew that there would always be another soul, another night, another arrow wasted on a life taken.

They came in droves, each one more ferocious and determined than the last, and she would stop at nothing to keep the jewel from falling into the wrong hands.

And on another such night, Kikyo stood, nocking her sacred arrows with the grace and skill of a master archer, preparing to take aim at YOU.

“Begone and I'll spare your life.”

Even though you could feel the tension in the air, there was a sense of awe that came with looking at such a sight.