Mola's voice echoes telepathically into the minds of the others in the room, though his lips remain tightly sealed as he focuses on the roiling void-sphere blocking the other doorway. Where his physical voice was sharp-edged, sarcastic, and lined with fatigue, his mind-voice is a slightly sibilant whisper with the faintest undertone of fingernails scraping down a chalkboard.<br/><br/><em>I can hold the void-gate open for only a handspan of seconds longer; rapid decisions must be made. I can replace the gate with an illusion of the same and possible delay the second brute while we focus on holding this trapdoor, or I can bring forth a second void-gate to blockade this tunnel while we overwhelm the lone demon and escape down the corridor it currently guards.</em><br/><br/>With no immediate reply, he creates a minor illusion of a formless black void-sphere, centering it to perfectly overlap the void-gate he has currently open. With any luck, the visual deception will deceive the brute on the other side once the true gate disappears, at least for a short time.<br/><br/>(Minor Illusion cantrip.)<br/>