Not seeing the point in keeping his concentration on his illusion, Nakor just lets the darkness dissipate as the three missiles reach him, one of them going through his defense. Focused on staying alive and restraining his opponent before being taken down himself, and suspecting him of having some tricks up his sleeves seeing the nature of his attacks, along with his subconscious remembering a similar silhouette fighting in a similar environment in his dreams, Nakor casts a spell out of sheer will, without any artifice like hand movements or incantations.
The vision of Kreekreek shifts, and the white world suddenly becomes black, the ground like a sea of darkness, the sky full of disturbing clouds and with a blood sun at its zenith. Thousands of ripples appear on the surface below him and in the clouds above him as thousands of needles made out of darkness darts towards him, some of them piercing through his flesh, most of them forming a painful
and deadly shell around his body and his wings, threatening to close in was he to make any movement.
Mental Prison - Psychic Damage 5d6 : 1, 1, 3, 3, 6, total 14
[Action spent casting Mental Prison using Subtle spell. DC 18 INT save. Rest of the turn depends on the save]