The moment the Abyss Borns emerged from the shadows, their grotesque forms moved with unnatural speed, like nightmares come to life. Their limbs were jagged, bodies contorted in ways that defied natural biology. My eyes flicked over their twisted shapes, noting the faint shimmer of energy cores embedded deep in their backs. Weak points.
"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.
