As the whispering shadows lashed out, their attacks passed through the illusory figures, dissipating into nothingness. Isadora, her voice filled with confidence, taunted her adversary. "Your feeble attempts are futile, for my illusions shape reality itself. You cannot escape the grasp of your own doubts."
With a sudden surge of energy, Isadora's illusions solidified into tangible forms. Spectral warriors, wreathed in shadows, materialized around her, each one bearing a unique weapon. They engaged the whispering shadows in a dazzling display of combat, their movements fluid and precise.
The late-stage Core Formation whispering shadow, realizing the dire situation, gathered its remaining strength and unleashed a devastating burst of dark energy. Shadows surged forth, engulfing the battlefield, threatening to consume everything in their path. But Isadora, undeterred, tapped into her cultivation, channeling her inner power.
