As we stood there, the air around us shifted, and the mountain itself seemed to come alive. A deep, resonant voice echoed through the cavern, not spoken by any one of us but by the mountain itself—Clique Mountain. It felt ancient, its tone filled with a strange mixture of joy and gravity.
"I am pleased you have come," the mountain's voice resonated in our minds. "You must work together, for only united can you face what lies ahead."
We listened intently, the weight of its words pressing down on us. It acknowledged the power within Kieran, Maxwell, and me, emphasizing that our combined strengths were essential. "Kieran's power, Maxwell's power, and your own, Emmet, along with the Dragon's might and Cedric's Dragon fire, are all that stand between this world and the Devourer."
