Chapitre 777: The Darkest Plane (6)

But even as she reveled in her triumph, Arpious knew that her journey was far from over. The darkness still lurked in the shadows, waiting for its chance to rise again. And she knew that she would be ready, her scythe at the ready as she stood against the encroaching tide of darkness with unwavering resolution. 

Arpious moved cautiously through the oppressive darkness, her senses heightened to detect any movement or sound. The air was thick with malevolent energy, and every step she took felt like a descent deeper into a shadowy abyss. Her scythe was poised and ready, its blade gleaming faintly in the dim light that managed to pierce through the inky blackness. Suddenly, she felt a shift in the atmosphere, an almost imperceptible tremor that sent a chill down her spine. She halted, eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger.