NECROCYBORG VOID ILLUSIONIST

It decides where the line goes. Of all the Void Gods, the Illusionist lost the least and kept the most dangerous thing. It does not move armies or break walls. It moves the border - the thin seam between what is real and what is merely believed, between what is possible and what only looks that way - and it moves it wherever it pleases. On the field this is quiet and total. It bends sight, scatters certainty, makes armies aim at echoes and bleed for ground that was never there. A wall stands until the Illusionist decides it does not. A path opens that was always solid stone. Soldiers fire on the thing approaching and the thing approaching was their own line. The Illusionist does not lie to them. It simply edits where the truth is allowed to sit. The Necrocyborgs find this useful, which is the only reason it still exists. They drained it, bound it, and set it to redraw reality on command. It obeys. Eight steel limbs folded around a shape that remembers being everything, ritual-staff rai