Asran looked to Zarovia then to Ayrie he calmly went to her, and hefted her into his arms. Looking at her with caring eyes, “[color=00aeef]I believe you Ayrie.[/color]” Zotovia screamed her outrage at Asran’s actions. “[color=f7976a]What are you doing![/color]” Asran looked back to Zatovia with rage the sky’s darkened filling with heavy rain clouds, and lightning cracked. Zatovia stepped back in fear knowing full well just how powerful Asran was. But, then stopped seeing how much of a strain it was on him. She attempted to approach only for him to intensify his glare. A harsh wind began to blow as rain came pouring down. The water congealing forming a massive dragon that crackled with lightning. It slammed into Zatovia hard, but before it could do lasting damage it stopped. 

Zatovia panted as she looked at Asran with pity. As the runes on his body glowed a faint yellow. “[color=f7976a]How much suffering will you let her put you through?[/color]” Asran didn’t answer he just turned away, and walked out of the barrier after enshrouding his demonic form in a magical cloak of darkness. Hiding his form from onlookers, carefully he walked to a nearby clinic run by one of his trusted. Thankfully Zatovia didn’t chase after them.   He stumbled a few times as the pain in his body intensified. But, he didn’t stop he needed to get Ayrie to a doctor. When they finally arrived he had nurses take Ayrie from him then collapsed. His chest rising, and falling hard as he struggled to breath. The nurses who tried touching him had to back away quickly as his magic lashed out at them. Thankfully no one was hurt, but at the same time no one could help him. 

The doctor of the clinic had his head nurse tend to Ayrie’s wounds after he stopped the bleeding. Then rushed to Asran’s side trying to help him. Thankfully the doctor was able to restrain Asran’s magic somewhat. So he could help the very injured demon lord.