((Aww bugger
))
As the Sorceress feels the noose tighten, an epiphany dawns on her. Variables in her head float around, align themselves, they are now in a precise order leading to only one conclusion. Time seems to slow down, despite her body now dropping through the air unsupported and being gradually destroyed, neck first.
A future manifests.
Slightly amused by the cruel irony of fate that chose to finally bestow such knowledge upon her in the moment of her death, she looks closer. Then she tries to breathe a few words, realizing already that she probably will not be able to.
If her throat wasn't incapable of speech by now, and someone was standing close enough, they would hear:
I see...
only darkness...
before me...
Then she ceases to be.
((with due apologies to the writers at
Blizzard Inc.))