My mates shifted into their majestic dragon forms, their scales glinting in the pale light of the dying land. Lord Niko was the first to transform, his massive wings stretching wide as the ground trembled beneath him. I climbed onto his back, feeling the raw power of his muscles shifting beneath me. General Cecile, Daeva, Emmet, and Jasper mounted Lord Silas, while Kieran, Leo, Elias, and Jack climbed onto Talon, their combined weight barely affecting the colossal creatures. Maxwell picked up Emmet, flying independently, ready to lead the charge.
With a thunderous beat of wings, we all rose into the air, the wind howling around us as the mountain loomed ahead. The sky was thick with clouds, dark and foreboding, mirroring the growing dread in our hearts. Below, the land was barren, the trees and grass withered from the Devourer's influence.
