"Ahem," I cleared my throat, snapping their attention back to the reality of the apocalypse raining down around us. "The first thing needed from you is to donate anything with high energy value into there."
I pointed directly toward the central star pillar, where the miniature sun burned with a fierce, concentrated white light.
"The heart of the chariot? Damn! You got something nice here, human," the leader of the Berserkers remarked, his dual-colored eyes widening as he grasped the pillar's function. He stepped closer, feeling the heat of the condensed mana.
"This chariot is like a living beast," the Dragon leader chimed in, refusing to let the moment pass without a heavy dose of arrogance. He puffed out his chest, looking at his kin.
"See these boys? Our race won't just gift anything cheap. One of our mighty archlords gave this human this gem as a token of our race's esteem. It's only natural it requires top-tier fuel."
