"Everyone ready?"
The low voice drifting across the main stairwell where the other heroes had positioned themselves in a loose circle around a certain cultivator. Far enough from the center to avoid the immediate danger of lashing out, but close enough to respond and restrain if needed. Each had taken a spot that offered clear sightlines while keeping their own escape routes open.
In the middle of their formation, Corde hez Iralev stood rigid. Her weapon had been carefully pried out of her hand and placed well across the room so that it could not be used when the illusion broke. But even disarmed, the Frozen Duskblade was still a Primalist that remained a significant threat to anyone who approached carelessly.
"I don't think any of us but yourself are in any real danger… still think it would be smarter to tap her on the back and run."
