Lance lay on the floor consisting of plaster rubble from the walls and debris on the ground. He held his left shoulder, which he knew was broken due to being dislocated as he tried with all his might to lift himself from the rubble, but he was so tired.
Summoning the dragons, controlling them to engage in battles tired him out. He had no way to control how powerful his creatures were; they were born of the same power that Lance possessed, but it wasn't like he had much control over them anyway.
"Shiro..." Lance whispered.
"You have bigger fish to fry, Lance please cheer up!" James shouted.
The man's words did nothing. Lance didn't have any energy to reply. The dragons flew off to engage the enemy, but Lance stayed where he was, unable to move.
"Please leave me alone..."
