Bloodwrath of The Damned

Jasem raised his diamond-covered arms before him. He used a huge amount of his mana to cast an extra shield to protect himself and Dean, who was lying down behind him, to block Aarad's breath. That seemed like it would never stop at all.

Jasem shouted at Dean, his voice cracking with urgency. "The shield is failing! It's already starting to crack!" Dean looked up, his eyes wide with fear. He had been using healing potions at a furious pace, but it wasn't enough. The dragon's breath was too powerful. He knew that they were running out of time.

"If only I could use my angelic aura," Dean said, his voice trailing off as he thought of something crazy but made sense for him.

He knew that his Angelic Aura would cast this new power away from his body, but what about his Pure Dark Aura that he loved to use? Would it heal him?, or would he be destroying himself like he would destroy his enemies with it?