[@Windstormugly]

He could sense the man was still in pain, and almost felt the internal struggle that was taking place within him. The youth would nod lightly as Enormel spoke his name, and thanked him for not interfering with...whatever had just happened. Perhaps the energy that had entered Enormel had been to fuel something? Maybe to block the sinister presence?

Not entirely relaxed, and surely not reassured of Enormel's control, his demonic arm remained purple at the blades, wisps of darkness trailing into the air. 

-"I'm hoping you won't think bad of me for ignoring your wall."

And then, Enormel was gone. Airborne, and now pre-occupied with his own battle. The Assassin shook his head lightly as he stepped back, and into the shadows, his adaptation against Enormel faded into his mind. Aion's demonic arm's darkness seemed to fade as the youth began to give off darkness, his irises turning black. 

Adaptation: Stealth in Darkness.

It would seem that Aion's form, now wreathed in darkness, blended in perfectly with the shadows of the night. He felt other presences, other beings that had come in the amount of time Enormel's situation had been..handled. Aion would place a hand on the dirt wall, using his alchemy to lower the ring back into the ground. Besides the circle of frozen grass and the now darkness-wreathed male, it would seem as if his construction had never risen.