My son stepped back from me, still looking up at the massive statue. He didn't answer my question, but from the gathering of his magic and the focused, almost glazed, look in his eyes, he certainly did want to give it another shot.

Be prepared, Max sent, a hint of excitement threading through his power. I believe this might work.

My power still coiled, ready and waiting, engulfing my son in protective energy, so my drach friend ...