Kitsara took point, her movements fluid and deliberate as her woven illusions materialized around her. Her eyes scanned every angle, every floor tile, while her fingers traced illusion sigils across the walls, checking for embedded glyphs or hidden spell formations.
Blossom moved right next to her, complimenting the fox's skillset with her own, with nose twitching, ears swiveling.
Kitsara responded without a word of mischief, her hand immediately fluttering through the air to overwrite the nearest detection artifact with an illusion of its own state. Blossom gently flicked a pebble into the air, disarming the next ward with a minute Void pulse that muffled the trigger mechanism.
