Zilvra drew the black thin sword once more, mechanically holding it aloft, then slowly lowering it, the tip aiming directly at the mage's brow. Her eyes looked at Lynch, who was seated on the ground, but she couldn't see the mage's figure. She was merely opening her eyes, not truly 'seeing'.
Lynch's right hand gently felt for the Powerful Wand, which had fallen beside him during the explosion. He carefully moved his arm, making the movements as light as possible to avoid provoking Zilvra or the Witch Demon. Attracting their attention would only announce his death prematurely. The Witch Demon remained motionless, barely sustained by its half remaining body. Its left hand pointed at the female Drow, muttering incantations.
Zilvra's body trembled, and her thin sword became slightly unsteady, wobbling as it advanced slowly through the air.
