Betrayal under the wolf’s moon
“There won't be any need for that.”
Meanwhile, Mira was ready. She raised her hand, and the air shimmered. Three Mira illusions appeared beside her, each armed, each moving in sync.
The attackers flinched.
She whispered, “Let them see what I want.”
Suddenly, the battlefield shifted. The attackers saw fire closing in, walls crumbling, their escape routes blocked.
They panicked.
One lunged, straight into a portal Mira opened beneath him. He vanished. Another swung at an illusion. It vanished in smoke.
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