[@The Jest] [@Windstormugly] 
It seemed that Aion had been idiotic in those moments, throwing caution to the wind. Truth be told, the white haired youth now knew, as he looked at Enormel, that he would not have been entirely capable of helping the man. However, the man before him didn't know of one key trait that Aion possessed..Adaptation. As he had began to call on the energies around him, Aion's foot slid backwards. 
[i]'..He seems to draw on the energies of the world. Too much to adapt against..I would need to at least have a few moments in between each energy to adapt.'[/i]

He was a small fish in a bigger pond, but at least he had the sense to adapt against the pull he felt at his life-force, and to be warned against the voice that rippled through his mind, through the energy around him. Considerng the grass and insects around him were dying, that made the most sensee. And as Enormel/Lemrone drew in life, there would have, after a minute, been none being pulled from Aion. While there were no physical changes, due to the adaptation not being a physical change, anyone with an attunement to the arcane arts would see that the flow of spiritual energy that many beings would be seen with, or the presence of spiritual or magical energies, was masked, as if Aion had withdrawn it into himself, or locked it away. (Confusing, I know. Let's just say he made it to where his life force isn't able to be taken easily.)

Faintly, he could feel the presence behind him, the smell of rocket fuel unfamiliar to him. He kept his eyes trained on Enormel, as he spoke. 

"Forgive me for the loss of caution." The Demon Armed youth spoke, his golden eyes glowing slightly from his use of adaptaton. "Is the..presence..controlled now?" He was referencing Lemrone, not knowing what or whom was...inside..the other being. It was dark, no doubt, and very likely a well of power.