The blade met resistance as it struck the beast's corrupted hide, but Arpious pressed on, slicing through muscle and sinew. The beast let out a pained roar, its eyes blazing with fury as it turned to face her. Undeterred, Arpious pulled her scythe back and prepared for the next strike.
Before she could move, another growl echoed through the darkness, and she realized she was not alone. From the shadows emerged more Corrupted Beasts, their eyes glowing with the same unholy light. They moved with a predatory grace, circling her as they prepared to attack. Arpious took a deep breath, her grip tightening on her scythe. She knew she had to stay focused and keep her wits about her if she hoped to survive.
