[Him]

The Demon turned and saw the elf on the floor. He extinguished himself almost immediately. He used his telekinesis and removed the heavy burning wood off of him. The Demon cursed himself for being overly confident. He should’ve casted a duel spell, but if he did he wouldn’t have been able to caste his fire spell to the degree he had it to. But now he was paying the price. He didn’t know any healing spells. He couldn’t use holy spells; he burst into flames if he did. What was he going to do? He picked up the elf from the ground and took him outside and away from the rest of the burning structure.

He started running off into a different direction than the temple, but not towards the school. The school! Maybe someone there knew healing magic. Someone only the elf trusted. But who? The Demon sensed that the elf was still conscious. He attempted to establish a connection with him.

“Master please, I know you’re in pain but listen. Who at the academy knows healing magic? I can’t use holy magic, I’ll die. But someone at your school can. Who is it? Show me an image of them with your mind and I’ll bring them here. Please we don’t have time!”

The Demon was worried that if they shared life-forces both of them will die. And Abaddon had no intentions of dying here because of an elf.