Drahon's stats didn't show, and he didn't bother because he knew why. He had done nothing in the fight; Devon had done all the work.
Some seconds ago, Devon become a god.
He looked at him in awe. He had always known something was up with Devon, the way he behaved, his charisma, and now, he just witnessed it.
Devon had saved his life.
"Damn you, weakling!" Devon said, smiling as he walked over to Drahon and helped him up.
Drahon took his 'clawy' hand, speechless.
"Next time," Devon said, "Don't get tossed like a ragdoll."
Then he looked at Ayvira, saying nothing because he was seeing her for the first time. Ayvira hesitated before bowing slightly in gratitude. Devon nodded back at her.
He then walked over to the dead monsters' corpses like nothing happened, his claws fading back into his skin and the demon dragon form dissolving slowly, bit by bit, until he was back in his armor, his cloak fluttering behind him.
Drahon stood in silence.
