Phantasmal Sphere of the Shadowmage Infiltrator

Phantasmal Sphere Struggle of power The price of this encounter Battles grow fouler and fouler Wings being ripped Alloy is worn Silk to constrict Till death in scorn Electric pain Surging through the veins On a turbulent plane The inexorable vitality of life Nature speaks Circuits shrouded In glowing moss Giant vines sprouted Have the machines lost? Why waste time Creating such weapons? Nature provides Provides us all that we need with arcane magic Nature shrieks Phantasmal Sphere Illusions Deceptions A powerful rogue Illusory mage in the aether Beseeched by Servym Create an illusion so strong So strong that it becomes another's reality So wrong that it becomes another's finality Ja-Sei, a master of dreamrealms, deceives the Mothfolk Reduction of energy and motion within the stasis field Creates the illusion of slowed time Led to believe they've decommissioned every machine in the lab Think they retrieved the stasis pod of subject zero to watch over What they brought with them instead is a birthing pod A virus Servym's vision A nanovirus shielded by illusory curses Infiltrate all organic matter The truth lurks below The truth lurks below