Turning the Tide, part 3/5 [Bonus]

The large dragon hovered above the battlefield with a large circle of unmoving smoking mechs spread around him. Their eyes were dim, with their normally brightly glowing blue wings being dark without any sign of light.

Dozens of mechs all over the battlefield filled with trashed bodies of their kin were all looking at the dragon, their blue eyes glowing. Their staffs with glowing crystals on their tips were raised upwards and aimed at Vesuvius from each direction, loudly humming as their glow kept brightening while throwing dozens of blue sparks around them.

Using his last remaining time the dragon grabbed a small pouch from the crevice of his armour close to his heart and closed his heavily armoured black fist, clenching it as if his life depended on it.