[h3]Pthumeru Yharnam layer, the Old Labyrinth[/h3]
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While Ophelia and Farren began to realize the depth of the victory they had just achieved, Arrayah more than fully comprehended her own defeat... but more than that, more than anything, she felt the unimaginable vastness of the loss she had suffered. She had been stuck here, in this little cavern, for so long... mad, hungry, angry, hateful, but more than anything she had spent all this time here obsessed with the idea of herself as the champion. The Profane Abyssal Blade was so much more than her mentor; it was the beginning and the end of her entire world, the root of her very identity, her everything. It was simultaneously what had driven her insane and what kept her sane; it was what had made her lose her humanity, and what allowed her to hold on to what humanity she had left.
And now she had lost it. Not only had the weapon left her grasp, it had ceased to exist the way it had before, and what remained of it was in the hands of someone else. Another “champion” who was so much less than her in every way, yet who had taken everything from her. [B]Ophelia[/B].
She recognized this for only a second before her capacity for understanding left her, and all rationality was burned from her brain. Along with the long, piercing, primal scream she let out, almost everything else left her as well. Everything except the [I]hate[/I]. Her eyes opened so wide that their corners ripped and she started to “weep” blood.

The first thing the thing that had once been Arrayah, the Black Blade did was to dispose of the burdens that remained on it. She swiped her arms to either side with immense force, tossing the saw spear with her right hand into the nearest perimeter wall of the cavern where it hit so hard that nearly the entire blade, all the way up to the handle, became embedded into the rock.
Her left hand, meanwhile, exerted a similar amount of force as it threw the helpless Torquil in the opposite direction, across the entirety of the cavern, past the central column and all the way to the far wall. It happened much too fast for Farren to even have a chance to stop it. Torquil found himself pathetically cartwheeling through the air for what felt like an absurdly long time before impacting the rock wall.
Far off in the distance from everyone else, Torquil faded away and disappeared, banished back to the Hunter's Dream.

At the same time, Ophelia and Farren moved. Farren stepped in and delivered a powerful swing that cut deep into her flesh... only for the flesh he had just cut to start writhing and convulsing rather than immediately healing, as if something behind the skin was suddenly awakened and began to move. These convulsions spread out from the wound – which, though seemingly still there, stopped bleeding instantly – and her body began to twist and bulge even more obscenely than it ever had before. With small bursts of blood, new eyes opened on her head... then on her neck... then on her shoulders, down her back and chest, and soon started opening all over her torso. Small eyes, big eyes, eyes that loosely resembled human ones, ones with pupils as vertical slits, even eyes that looked like those of an octopus, with the only common feature was that they all glowed with an azure light. Those of her fingers that did not already have claws abruptly spurted long, scythe-blade-like talons, and her muscles seemed to swell to a monstrous degree.
And all the while she kept wailing, giving voice to the unfathomable malice that now permeated every molecule of her being.

Ophelia quickstepped backward and acted upon the instructions she had received from her completed weapon, projecting a three-meter long black blade from Arrayah's shadow and into her body... though it appeared that the arcane blade coming out of the ground still did very little. Rather than pierce Arrayah's flesh the way the spears projected by the Profane Abyssal Blade had impaled them, this blade seemed to only cause superficial damage before the arcane energy that composed it seemed to scatter into a fine mist, breaking apart before it could overcome her resistance.
“[I]Ah,[/I]” the voice of her new sword intoned in Ophelia's head. “[I]Its former champion has become inured to influences of the Nightmare, which has also given her resilience against the arcane. Even its completed blade is still arcane, but it is not of the Nightmare. If it... It is difficult without its rune, but... Champion, feed it two quicksilver bullets and incant 'evoke archspark'.[/I]”