The players were suddenly feeling incredibly heavy as the miasma of the Ziz pushed them down to the ground. The miasma that the Ziz spread just by flapping its large wings was enough to poison those that have low resistances to magical damage. The players could be seen trying their best to stand up but they could not. The aura of the Ziz along with the thick miasma made anyone unable to stand up as even their guild master is kneeling on the ground.
The Ziz could no longer be seen to be the same as the murals that depicted it. The feathers that were as azure as the sky is now dark gray as it is tainted with miasma. The eyes that looked incredibly intelligent and benevolent is replaced with madness. The aura that it released that is supposed to cleanse the air is now replaced with it releasing a large mass of miasma.
"Fools…you… should… not… rele… me." The Ziz shouted as it started to release a powerful blast of wind and miasma.