"Lyan," I muttered under my breath. He didn't need further instruction.
Immediately, Lyan's hands flicked through a series of gestures, summoning a dense fog of illusions. It enveloped the forest clearing in a shroud of mist, and for a moment, the Abyss Borns hesitated, their glowing eyes darting in every direction. His illusions cast shifting figures of our group—phantoms that moved and flickered like shadows in a fire.
The demons hesitated, momentarily confused, unsure where we actually stood. I glanced at Aurelia and Anastasia, giving them a brief signal. We had practiced this—several times.