A mighty seething?

As the agony within was battering his mind, a blood red hue overtook his vision. The Time Stop was still going, so as to not worry the duo upon his throne. But his concentration was on the verge of collapsing, as was his general mental state, from the torturous pulsing he felt in his skull.

His teeth were strained to near cracking, as he tensed his jaws to attempt to bate some of the pain, but there was no alleviation, as the agony continued.

Blood began to seep from his many orifices, the golden hued eyes becoming coated in an ichorous cascade. As he was convulsing down on his knees, blood flowed through clenched teeth, and he could hardly hold himself up.

Looking around the frozen chamber, his condition was dismal, and upon finding himself incapable of controlling the blood, his mind unable to focus on anything for more than a moment, and Greater Restoration was useless even after over ten uses, and after a moment of hesitation, he cast Bestow Greater Blessing upon himself, and in another attempt to have his suffering dwindle, granted himself an Immunity to pain, as well as the Title of Painless One.

But did this help?

No, he still felt the pain, somehow, it continued, nearly to the point of driving him insane. And, while other, lesser pains faded from view, the immense agony was still present, only growing in intensity, far beyond what he could reasonably stand.

His new figure, one of pride and honor, as well as of ****, he had to admit, had been a major aspect of his person while in this world, but it’d all but crumbled.

His grand stature as Dragon King? Gone, as his colossal form was writhing on the ground, continuously reeling from the pain, the last remnant of control fading from his grasp, and the Time Stop’s effect ended, leaving an utterly exhausted Damon to collapse on the floor, ****, and remarkably, outside of any God’s specific spheres of influence.

…

Released from the effects of Damon’s spell, the worried duo hurled themselves at his **** form, holding him with care, helplessness apparent on their faces. A dreary Elgy, and a rambunctious Glacius was bounding around his form for a moment, but after a moment, the situation caught up with them, and they began to nudge into Damon’s inert body.

His two wives were trying to nurse him back to health, though their attempts proved feeble under his intense state.

Ember was quickly thinking about ways to help him, but she didn’t have any healing capabilities, and neither did Dirpe, she found, as she expunged her entire mana pool on, while powerful magic, it was useless for his condition, as Dirpe then collapsed into a heap beside his still form, tears falling from her eyes as the daunting situation far surpassed what she could handle, she was weeping in the same heap, as Ember tried to comfort her, feeling a similar vulnerability.

‘Even though he made me so strong… I… I can’t do anything?’ Ember, despite having no need for breathing, was on the verge of hyperventilating, and despite being biologically incapable of producing tears, she was crying, beating herself up for her own inability to help, and in that despair they were nearly stuck.

Until, with a spectral shine, four figures appeared. The concerned faces of Damon’s other wives had been transported here by Lorelai, who had sensed his peril while aiding Elyra in matters of no importance, but her senses had been off, not indicating the severity of the situation.

Dalia tried to bring Dirpe away to calm her down, but she wouldn’t let go of his **** form, crying all the way through, so Dalia immediately chose instead to comfort her crumbled self, bringing Dirpe’s tearful head to her lap to console her, to limited success.

Lorelai and Dovei, being the most learned of those gathered, quickly went to work with their most advanced magics, but they soon realized they were ineffective as well. Despite their immense might's, they were stricken as helpless as the frantic Dirpe and Ember had been.

As they were nearly driven into sorrow, the titanic form of Damon was ever still.

…

“Where am I!” Clark screamed into an endless void, and as he witnessed the void, he began to plummet at immense speeds, well over enough to begin to tear the flesh from his bones, but then, he stopped, and reformed, and began to ascend at the same speed.

He could do nothing but scream, as his feeble form was tossed about, as if he were within the strongest hurricane to ever be.

His weak body was then thrown to the side with utter revulsion, and as he fell, over the course of the thousands of feet, he hit the ground.