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The golden orb he had found in Golly\'s workshop was his only guide. It pulsed with a soft, rhythmic light, illuminating the narrow path ahead and casting long shadows on the cold, stone walls.

The air grew cooler as he ventured deeper, the scent of metal and oil mingling with the dampness of the earth. The sound of distant machinery echoed faintly through the tunnel, a reminder that even in this forgotten place, the clockwork heart of the city still beat on.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, #4 came upon a massive door. It was unlike anything he had seen before — ancient and imposing, with intricate patterns of gears and cogs etched into its surface.

The metal was tarnished with age, but the craftsmanship was undeniable. It was a relic of a bygone era, a monument to the engineering marvels that had once defined Clockwork City.

The door towered above him, reaching the ceiling of the cavern, and for a moment, #4 felt a pang of doubt.

Could this really be the place? Had he found the resting place of the legendary Clockwork Dragon?

For some reason, even without being an Evolver, #4 had an uncanny knack for finding things. He could locate hidden spots with ease, almost as if he had a sixth sense guiding him. His instincts were razor-sharp, never leading him astray.

However, he hesitated now, staring up at the door, but the golden orb in his hand began to glow brighter, as if urging him forward.

He couldn\'t turn back now. He\'d come too far, and the thought of giving up, of returning empty-handed, was unbearable.

With a deep breath, #4 approached the door. The orb in his hand pulsed with increasing intensity as he drew closer, the gears and mechanisms on the door beginning to hum with life in response. It was as if the door recognized the orb, like it had been waiting for this moment for countless years.

Holding the orb up to the center of the door, #4 watched in awe as the intricate patterns on the surface began to shift and move. The gears turned with a smooth, almost effortless motion, and the metal groaned as ancient locks disengaged with a series of satisfying clicks.

The door slowly began to open, the sound of grinding metal filling the cavern as it parted to reveal the chamber beyond.

Steeling himself, #4 stepped through the doorway, his heart pounding in his chest. The chamber was vast, its walls lined with more of the intricate machinery that had defined the city above.

The air was thick with the scent of oil and aged metal, and the soft ticking of unseen clocks filled the space with an almost hypnotic rhythm.

But it wasn\'t the machinery that captured #4\'s attention. At the far end of the chamber, bathed in the soft glow of a single shaft of light from above, lay the Clockwork Dragon.

It was not at all what he had imagined. Golly had painted a picture of a colossal, awe-inspiring beast of metal and magic, a dragon so powerful that it could lay waste to armies with a single breath.

But this dragon — this legendary guardian of Clockwork City — was small. Very small. In fact, it was no larger than #4 himself.

The dragon lay motionless on a raised platform, its brass and steel body gleaming in the faint light. It was exquisitely crafted, every scale, every joint, every tiny gear a masterpiece of engineering.

However, it was undeniably small, more akin to a delicate figurine than the fearsome beast he had expected.

#4\'s first reaction was one of disappointment. How could this be the Clockwork Dragon?

He thought that he could be useful for once and bring the dragon to life, yet here it was, a miniature, almost fragile-looking creature.

What could such a small dragon possibly do against the enemies that threatened their world?

But even as doubt crept into his mind, the orb in his hand began to glow once more, its light brightening to a dazzling intensity. It was resonating with the dragon, filling the chamber with a soft, melodic hum.

The tiny gears and mechanisms within the dragon\'s body began to stir, moving with a life of their own as the orb\'s light enveloped it.

Before #4\'s astonished eyes, the golden orb melted, its metallic surface flowing like liquid as it fused with the dragon. The orb\'s substance seeped into the dragon\'s body, spreading through its form like quicksilver, merging with the intricate machinery.

The dragon\'s eyes, previously dull and lifeless, now gleamed with a brilliant golden light.

A deep, almost robotic voice echoed through the chamber, though there was no mouth from which it could have emerged.

It was a voice that carried with it the weight of ages, rich with knowledge and authority. "Master," the dragon intoned, its eyes locking onto #4\'s. "You hold the key. You have awakened me."

#4 blinked in surprise. \'M-Master?\' he chirped, his voice small in the vast chamber.

The dragon unfurled its wings, the metallic feathers shimmering with an ethereal light. Though it was small, there was an undeniable power in its presence now, a sense of grandeur that defied its diminutive size.

"Yes, Master. The orb you carried was my heart, the core that binds my consciousness and power. I have lain dormant for many years, waiting for the one who would carry the key to my awakening. And now, that one is you."

The words left #4 speechless. This tiny, delicate creature was acknowledging him as its master?

He, who had been nothing more than a silent observer, an insignificant unevolved in the midst of giants, was now the master of the Clockwork Dragon?

As if sensing his disbelief, the dragon\'s wings fluttered softly, creating a gentle breeze that stirred the still air of the chamber. "Do not be deceived by my size," the dragon continued. "Though I am small, my power is not to be underestimated. The form I take is a reflection of the one who holds my heart. Your resolve, your determination — they shape my being."

But . . . you\'re just a machine, right? #4 almost blurted out. But then he remembered — Gnomes had a way of blending machinery with magic, creating wonders that defied logic.

In this world, anything was possible.

\'Uhm . . . what can you do?\' #4 finally managed to chirp, his voice trembling a little.

The dragon tilted its head, the golden light in its eyes flickering as if considering the question. "I am a guardian, a protector of this city and its people. My power is rooted in the ancient magic and the advanced technologies that built Clockwork City. I can fly, and breathe fire. But my true strength lies in my adaptability.

As my master, you have the ability to guide my actions, to shape my power to suit the problem we face."

#4\'s mind went blank. He was still skeptical of the dragon; its small size made him doubt if it could really protect anything.

Still . . . \'Getting out of here should be a start,\' he thought.

But then #4 remembered Rain\'s need to access the control room to open the gates. \'Do you know where the control room is?\' he asked instead.

Since he was already inside, he might as well open the gates. Who knew? He might just cross paths with General Varlox and the others.

The dragon\'s wings extended fully, and with a graceful motion, it lifted off the platform, hovering effortlessly in the air before #4.

\'Give me a moment,\' the dragon replied, its voice resonating with a mechanical hum. \'I will retrieve the data on Clockwork City. I\'ve been dormant for many years; my systems may be outdated.\'

The dragon\'s sleek metallic body hummed with energy as it prepared to collect the data. With a sudden, fluid motion, several thin, wiry tendrils extended from its underbelly, each one shimmering with a faint, blue glow.

These tendrils snaked downward, almost like living wires, and embedded themselves into the cold stone floor of the chamber.

As the dragon made contact with the ground, a soft, pulsing light began to emanate from the point of connection. The light spread outward, illuminating the floor in a network of intricate patterns that resembled circuits coming to life.

The once-dormant ground responded as if awakened by the dragon\'s touch, the stone surface shifting and rearranging itself.

The circuit-like lines pulsed in rhythm, glowing brighter as the data transfer began. It was as if the ancient, forgotten technology buried beneath Clockwork City was reconnecting, realigning with the dragon\'s systems. The ground rippled and surged, creating patterns that mirrored the complex workings of the city itself.

The dragon hovered above, its wings spread wide, as it absorbed the data flowing through the newly-formed circuits. The patterns on the ground became increasingly complex, resembling a vast, interconnected web that spanned the entire chamber. Each pulse of light represented a surge of information, data from the city\'s ancient systems being fed directly into the dragon\'s core.