Myr didn't--quite--but then he can't see the extra rifts--

Though he can damn well feel the Veil coming apart like a rotten piece of linen, admitting the demons beyond. "Veil's too thin!" he shouts back, finishing a repulsion glyph to guard their flank. The final motion that sets it alight flows easily into the start of the next spell as he twists the Fade (too easy here, it's too easy) into a summons, calling up an outsized buzzing black cloud of--

--those aren't bees or wasps or anything so wholesome but they do make short work of one Shade and leap to the next in a frenzy of mandibles and venom.