Ezekial turned to Mikhael as he swept at the snake-like apparition and sighed. "I'll do what I can, Mikhael. But my senses are dulled by this mist, I'm not sure if I'll be able to.." He paused and turned, distracted by a sudden surge of energy that even Mikhael would have been able to feel. Just then, a second snake-like tendril of smoke latched on to Lucas from above, and encompassed his body in an instant. Ezekiel suddenly felt a weight lift from his shoulders, and when he turned around, Lucas was gone. "What!?" In moments, the scene went quiet again, and the two were left alone to weigh in on their newest loss.

	"We are still trapped," Ezekial barked, "it's subtle, but I feel it. This is an illusion, a trap, as you've noted. I can't figure out where it's coming from, but it's far more complex than any kind of illusion I've witnessed before. It's attacking our brains, but also.. Affecting the terrain?" Ezekial turned to Mikhael and sighed, shaking his head. "I can't break it by simply overpowering the source of the magic. I don't you will be able to either. This is problematic."