Thalios felt the battle more than he saw it, knowing that the dead who had been punished would rise against their gods desperately to get revenge, but ignored the biting and clawing of the risen. 
His mind reached out grasped the mind of the risen Isis subtly, so intent on the battle she could not hope to feel him till it was too late. Nothing scared a god easily, but even a god could hallucinate. 
Slowly the image of Alec changed ever so subtly. Where once two gods pressed the advantage, now only Isis fought as the phantasm in her mind showed the alligator take a strike to the heart and collapse. Now she was faced with grim spectre of Alec, standing nearly 10 feet tall and unwounded, charging her ruthlessly. 
In reality it was the opposite. Isis screamed and snarled as she swung her weapon blindly to deflect blows from Alec that forced her to retreat and leave the real Alec alone with Sobek. 
The darkness deepened as Thalios played his last hand. While he subjugated the mind of Isis, nothing else would see them through the dark fog. 
Isis' mind was strong, ancient, and would not be contained for long. Already Thalios felt his grip ever so slightly begin to drop. If he could not contain her long enough, both would not last long.