"How unfortunate." Arokleth muttered as she watched the dragon devour Damien, not sounding at all sincere. With a quick chant, she opened a rift in space right next to her. She leaned into it, and her body emerged from a similar rift in the dragon's stomach. "Quite a mess you've gotten yourself into." Arokleth remarked casually, smiling at Damien as she opened her parasol to prevent the few drops of acid dripping from the stomach's ceiling from touching her. "I ate the demon just like you wanted. Now, about that antidote..."