As the two magics were converting each other, the cycle continues, endlessly until either one decides to cease the cycle. Now connected with Akylos through his own magic, the Golden Sage had fallen into the trap. Having had well over eight years to master his own mind and its errant thoughts, Nisorin's voice sounds within the man's head, slightly distorted from the crystal surrounding his sphere.
"I feel the fire burning in my spirit, sir Sage. Can you? Can you feel the flames of deception swirling about this arena?"
Before he's even halfway finished, Akylos' skin bursts into brilliant blue flame as the invading magic of Akylos' is covered by a cold, blue sheen. The oily magic starts to seep in, pulling at the bits that comprise Akylos' magic, tearing it apart.
Even as the Sage burns, the center of the crystalline orb starts to glow the same blue as the fire, and its surface starts heating up.
With the spell already planted, Nisorin's illusion continues. The golden fire flashes brightly, seeming to fall back into Nisorin's control and turning that fiery blue once more. The flames grow higher and higher, threatening to lick at the Hellfire ceiling. The tendrils once again shoot out from the sphere, the glow inside now shifting about as the arms surround the apple. Instead of absorbing it, however, they pour energy into it, laced with trace amounts of Nisorin's own spirit energy as its shape warps.
"The stars are vast, Sage, hiding and revealing innumerable mysteries, many of which beyond the grasp of mortal understanding. This is one such mystery. The mind, the spirit, the Weave, your soul, all are malleable to those who know the Art."