We stood in awe for a moment, watching Maxwell as he stepped forward, determination in his eyes. Without a word, he shifted into his dragon form, his massive wings unfurling in one powerful motion. He took flight, soaring into the darkening skies, ready to put Emmet's plan into action. The heat that had been rising from the mountain seemed to intensify, but if anyone could change the course of this battle, it was Maxwell.
As he climbed higher into the sky, his wings slicing through the thickening fog, I knew that Maxwell would summon the rain and cool the air, slow the heat, and buy us time. Maxwell knew what had to be done. We all watched him disappear into the clouds, waiting for the storm that could save us.
