Intermission: Cursed Monarch (1)

Her physical form underwent subtle yet palpable changes. A diaphanous aura of curses enveloped her, casting an otherworldly glow that seemed to draw shadows closer. The air around her shimmered with an intangible malevolence, marking her as a harbinger of misfortune.

With each passing moment, Arpious's understanding of curses deepened. She could feel the intricate threads of fate and doom, weaving them into her magical tapestry. Her fingers, once delicate, now bore the arcane symbols of affliction, each touch capable of imparting supernatural malevolence.

The final surge of power coursed through Arpious, and the transformation reached its zenith. Her eyes, now pools of abyssal darkness, reflected the mastery of curses that lay within. She stood as the embodiment of the forbidden, a Cursed Monarch whose very existence warped the threads of destiny.