"Formation two!" one of the opposing tamers shouted.
They rotated. Quick, efficient. A massive rock-armored beast rotated to the center while three illusion-type contracts (resembling a butterfly, purple seahorse, and white cat) belonging to an opponent with eerily kaleidoscope eyes, repositioned to confuse the front lines. Mist thickened. And identical doubles of each opponent formed, making it difficult to track the correct targets.
The multicoloured eyes of the opposing beast-tamer with the obvious illusion-affinity lit up as he clearly activated a gift.
A burst of warped light shimmered across the battlefield, and the illusions began to replicate—each false copy splitting once and then again. In mere moments, every remaining spiritual creature from Obsidian Moon Valley had 4 identical copies of itself on the field.
