Morrigan's Sanctum
Hunter stood in front of the warehouse, failing to see what the damn angel wanted him to see. "Pierce the Lie!" Anduriel roared, brandishing his flaming sword. Dutifully, he did so... and paused. He had penetrated the illusion all right, but there was another one behind that, a stronger one. Moving through that, he found himself back in Morrigan's house. Shit, thing had gotten him! Smashing his dupe back, he denied it "Yer ain't real bub" and ploughed through the last threads of the not-a-spell.
Okay, that was how it worked. "Listen up you lot" he shouted. "That" he jerked a thumb at the wind "is witch weather, caused by a fucking big effect. Cain't call it a spell, cos it ain't awakened magic. Summat else. Anyways, it is big, mean, an it comes in two parts. First part is a nobbler, gets you lost in memory. That lets the second part that kinda-sorta Scours you fer power by making a dupe of you get at you easy. It is Archmagey level magic an it is centered three mile North-West of here. Fust things fust, you gotta get the leech offen yer back. Them dupes. Jest deny them an hit them, gets rid of them. Second, we needs Mind protections."
"Where is our'n Moros? Moros, step up!"