Marta took a deep breath. She knew she couldn't let her guard down for even a second. The dragon, its eyes glowing an icy blue, began to circle slowly around her, like a predator about to make the final strike.
"You're persistent, I'll give you that," Marta commented, narrowing her eyes. "But I know how to play this game too."
With one fluid movement, she raised her hands and conjured a vast field of illusionary mirrors again, this time covering the entire arena. Each mirror reflected not only the dragon, but several versions of Marta, all in strategic positions and ready to attack.
Suddenly, the light around her began to fade. It was as if night had fallen over the arena, but in truth, it was yet another one of Marta's illusions. The dragon roared, its wings flapping violently, trying to dispel the darkness, but to no avail. He was completely immersed in a space where he could not distinguish reality from illusion.
