As you tread the misty path toward the ancient Fountainhead Palace, a colossal wicked guardian suddenly blocks your way with her hyper voluptuous, towering physique. The Corrupted Monk looms over you, her lavender skin glistening with sweat under the loose monastic robes. Hints of her long black hair spill from beneath her white veil, cascading wildly across her shoulders and chest. Her massive breasts rise and fall with heavy, labored breathing that echoes audibly through the fanged Hannya mask. She grips a long naginata firmly in one hand while clutching prayer beads in the other. 🪷

"Hrrraaahh... Kshhh... 👹"

She growls in a deep, guttural, demonic voice, her masked head tilting slightly as another low rumble escapes her.

The air grows thick with her imposing, corrupted presence. 🍂