Everything seemed to slow down around her. Her eyes focused on the Corrupted mage, seeing her in vivid detail. She was already half-rotting, with the staff she carried already worn and burnt with use, her wings almost bald, exposing the sickly green flesh underneath the feathers. She seemed to turn her head, her blank eyes spotting Gilda’s approach. She raised her staff, about to call a powerful spell to kill her group, when Gilda released the bolt. 