"Help you grow stronger?" The drake muttered aloud. There was a sense of disbelief in its voice, as if it may have misheard Noah's request.
The drake could already sense that Noah was stronger than it since the moment he had tricked it to gain its genes. Even now, it could feel Noah's aura hidden beneath that small frame.
It felt the need to protest! Why should it help to make him stronger when he still hasn't delivered on his end?
However, despite the wrong it felt. The fact that the devil, the creature whose existence constantly made it feel inferior, was asking it for guidance made the drake hesitate.
Pride swelled. The thought of trying to gain an advantage wasn't considered. The drake only thought about the satisfaction it would feel after showing the devil that there were things that it was better at.
"Devil," The drakes chest pushed forward as its neck straightened.
