The violet flare that beamed down on the area would produce no light in the cavern. The darkness was permanent; an actual physicality or entity itself, and its presence was already established in the entirety of the cavernous space. The outline of a shadowy figure, very oblong and clumpy looking would be illuminated by Apophis' light and traced by the gentle stroke of his flares on its body, followed by monstrous, yet somehow childish laughter. "Heh heh heh... That Tickles..." An appendage, something of what looked like either an arm or a leg, sprouted out from the massive blob of darkness filling the majority of the cavern, slamming its limb down with great force to support its shape. Purple fire slipped through the cracks of the digits. The same sensation as on its back tingled upon the surface of the appendage, which would wriggle about wildly.

A second limb shot out into the wall, slamming firmly into it, as if holding it (or perhaps, the large dark mass) in place more securely with the might of something like a support beam pressed upon it now. The cavern would rumble.

The next four limbs were fastened securely to the dark obelisk, feeding from its power the same way Apophis had been. Sharing the same power source served also as a connection to both power sources, which gave further immunity to the vagrant violet flames. A stinger something like a great fang pricked the bottom, keeping the entire black body leveled as it clung to the tower.

The seventh appendage adjusted itself behind the large body, keeping it further balanced and from tipping over, yet also remaining open and flexible for prioritized maneuverability and flexibility, if necessary to move for any reason.

The final appendage, which was clearly an arm, would remain with the creature's head, which was glaring Apophis right in his actual set of eyes, the white eye becoming the same shade of violet as a wicked, nearly psychotic smile appeared on the being's face upon illumination. At that moment, Apophis would see exactly the size of what was hidden from him in the darkness; a darkness that now filled the entire area with just its body alone. A darkness the light could not erase. "Boo!" she exclaimed in a raspy, wretched voice, lashing the only normal appendage on her bod outward toward the head of Apophis, to grab him directly at his jaw before or during an anticipated strike. With his power of Chaos useless, he'd have to resort to a different method of combating this giant black widow spider.

Apophis was already very clear that he would not be able to face this creature by the normal means of chaotic disruption, as it seemed whatever this being was had some sort of affiliation with the chaos, or immunity to it. "You Do Not Burn At My Flame?! Chaossss Destroysssss All!!! What Trickery Is Thissss!?" Apophis, being very keen, would not immediately seek to lash at the monstrous spider girl, but instead would cock his head back and out of the way of the arm, then slip off under it. He slithered hither and thither, through each arm and appendage that had anchored the large body in most of the cavern. Something told Apophis that touching her would not be wise, and remaining connected to the same power source was not, either. Right now, it was time to be the most cunning and slip out swiftly whilst things looked less advantageous. Apophis was well aware when he was outmatched, as well as a strong believer of "he who turns and runs away lives to walk another day" would immediately find whatever crevice there was that was still available for him to enter and use the power of chaos to change his size and shape as he saw fit. Apophis would escape from the heat of battle and off into the unknown.

In Every Crevice Of Unknown Miscellanea In This Cavern, There Was Darkness.

"Red Alert."

In All Darkness, There Was Franquere.

"Eternal Damnation."

In All Darkness, There Is Nothing That Franquere Hates, For It Is Incinerated Immediately At His Sight. Franquere Hates Apophis. Apophis Is Therefore Dead And Expelled Immediately Without Question.

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