Energy Crystals ranging between the magnitude of a walnut and a fist gleamed directly beside them, yet they were bereft of the vitality to extend their hands and haul them into the sacks. Though their vessels appeared bereft of ruination upon external scrutiny, the strikes they absorbed had orchestrated profound internal tremors, and the solitary remedy was to circulate their Elemental Energy.
How in the blazes could they achieve this whilst straining to preserve their energy dominion merely to shield their vessels against the venom lurking within the green mist? Should they fail to secure external succor, their culmination appeared grim, and hours still remained before the midday repast; should they fail to orchestrate a maneuver with celerity, this diurnal cycle would stand as the final instance they drew breath.
"How farcical. We're practically swimming in Energy Crystals, yet we're going to perish because our vitality is depleted."
"What did you just say?"
