Elysia nodded in acknowledgment, her eyes scanning their surroundings for any signs of deception. The mist seemed to play tricks on their senses, distorting shadows and whispers echoing eerily in the chamber.
Suddenly, shapes began to form within the mist, phantasmal figures dancing at the edge of visibility, their outlines shifting and wavering. Elysia recognized the telltale signs of an illusion taking hold once again.
"We need to break through," Elysia said firmly, her voice cutting through the unnerving silence. She raised her staff, channeling her magic to dispel the illusions that threatened to ensnare them.
Jude remained vigilant beside her, his eyes narrowing as he focused on discerning reality from deception. "Keep your guard up, Elysia. We can't afford to be misled."
