Outside in the real world, the drake's impatience was at an all-time high. It still couldn't speak.
It didn't understand what had happened. One minute, the Devil was checking on the creature he had helped evolve; the next, the atmosphere became tense once again. Noah's creatures suddenly panicked, their vigilance heightened as if there was danger nearby.
All of it happened the moment the Devil suddenly stopped moving.
Then, the drake felt it too. Its gaze snapped to the source, and that source led it to Noah.
The Devil stood unmoving, eyes unfocused, as if staring through the world itself.
The drake swallowed nervously. It resisted the urge to take a step back, to create distance from whatever that feeling was just now.
