Atheline stepped forward.
"Can it still think?" He murmured.
She didn't respond, but her gaze never left the corrupt.
Then the most unimaginable thing happened. Its arm split open, and from within, jagged black and silver crystals pushed out, forming a blade as long as its forearm.
'Moon crystals?'
The surprise didn't end. At the same time, the air around its body shifted, subtly, but unmistakably.
Wind.
"What.."
"Interesting," she said at the same time as him.
Then it moved. It vanished from its spot, reappearing in front of him directly, blade already descending.
He reacted instantly, raising his dagger to block. Before the strike could land, she stepped forward.
Lilith's arm slightly lifted, and it was as though the world had stopped. The corrupted stopped mid-motion, its blade inches away from his dagger.
"Slow," she murmured
