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"The Clockwork Dragon is indeed a force to be reckoned with," Golly began, his tone both proud and somber. "It was designed to be the ultimate guardian of Clockwork City, a marvel of both magic and machinery. But turning it on is only half the battle."

Rain\'s eyes widened with anticipation. "What do you mean? If you have the key, can\'t we just use it?"

Golly shook his head, the faintest hint of regret in his eyes. "The key is only a part of what\'s needed. The Clockwork Dragon is housed deep within the city, in a vault that was sealed long ago. The path to it is treacherous — filled with traps, arcane barriers, and mechanical guardians that were programmed to attack anything that isn\'t registered as a citizen of Clockwork City."

Rain felt his hope diminish, the weight of Golly\'s words pressing down on him. "So, even if we get inside the city, we still have to fight our way through just to reach the dragon?"

"That\'s right," Golly confirmed, nodding solemnly. "And that\'s assuming the dragon is still functional after all these years. Without proper maintenance, its systems could have deteriorated, or worse, it could have been compromised by the same force that corrupted the city."

Rain clenched his fists, his frustration mounting. "Then what\'s the point of having the key if we can\'t even get to the dragon?"

"The dragon might prove useful against Gorm," Golly remarked, his voice tinged with both pride and caution. "I carry the key with me at all times, but getting inside the city is the real challenge."

Rain\'s heart sank as the weight of the situation pressed down on him. "That\'s a long shot," he muttered, his voice heavy with resignation. He wasn\'t doubting General Varlox and the others, but the reality was undeniable — their situation was deteriorating fast.

If the gate didn\'t open by tomorrow, it would mean General Varlox and the others had failed. Rain refused to entertain that possibility, but the growing dread was impossible to ignore.

The battle outside was already pushing everyone to their limits, and now one of the thing that might have turned the tide seemed more like a distant dream than a viable solution.

Unbeknownst to Rain, a small, curious figure had been quietly listening to the conversation from a shadowy corner of the workshop.

#4, the little chick that had been a constant, albeit silent, and always in hiding, perked up at the mention of the Clockwork Dragon. Its beady eyes gleamed with interest as it absorbed every word exchanged between Rain and Golly.

The tiny chick, though seemingly insignificant, possessed a surprising level of intelligence. It understood more than it let on, and while its small size and unassuming appearance made it easy to overlook, #4 was far from helpless.

The mention of the dragon sparked something within it — a determination that mirrored Rain\'s own, but without the burden of despair.

As Rain struggled with his waning hope, #4 quietly slipped away from its hiding spot, its tiny feet barely making a sound on the cold stone floor, in his hand was a golden orb like clock, its gears continued to twirl.

[Clockwork Dragon Key] Is what it said.

As for how #4 had come by the key, it was almost by accident. The little chick had been wandering around Golly\'s workshop, unnoticed, when it spotted the key lying amidst the clutter. Without much thought, it picked it up just as Rain arrived.

To Golly, the key seemed of little importance, a relic from a bygone era overshadowed by his latest inventions. The Clockwork Dragon had been dormant for years, its significance long forgotten by most.

But now, as the shadows of war loomed closer, that forgotten key held the potential to change everything.

#4s mind raced with thoughts and plans, its instincts driving it toward a solution that neither Rain nor Golly had considered.

Perhaps, just perhaps, there was a way to reach the Clockwork Dragon after all. But it would require cunning, stealth, and a willingness to go where others couldn\'t — traits that #4 had in abundance.

With a final glance at Rain, who was still deep in conversation with Golly, #4 darted out of the workshop, determined to find a way to help its lord and turn the tide of battle in their favor.

Amid the chaos of battle, the battlefield was a motion, fury, and desperation, where even the smallest details held significance.

As the Elves and Goliaths waged their titanic struggle against the Shadowborne Legionnaires, one might think that nothing could escape the notice of such powerful warriors. Yet, amidst the clashing steel, roaring winds, and crackling magic, something small and seemingly insignificant slipped through the cracks of fate.

#4 was an Aasimar of minuscule stature and unimposing presence, a tiny life form dwarfed by the titanic struggle unfolding around him. He had no place in this world of war, his delicate frame ill-suited for the chaos of battle.

And yet, in that very unsuitability lay his greatest advantage. As the armies clashed and the ground trembled beneath the weight of their conflict, the little chick found himself thrust into a world where survival seemed impossible.

Yet, as fortune would have it, chaos was a double-edged sword, and within the swirling maelstrom of battle, there were moments of unexpected opportunity.

As the armies clashed, the little chick\'s small, feathery body was jostled and tossed about by the shifting sands and the tremors caused by Thorgar\'s mighty hammer strikes. He chirped in alarm, his tiny wings fluttering in vain as he tried to find some semblance of balance in the ever-shifting landscape.

The battlefield was no place for a creature like him, and every instinct screamed at him to flee, to find shelter, to survive.

But how does a creature so small escape the notice of forces so vast?

Luck, it seemed, was on his side.