Only she could see the twinkling souls of the Fallen, drifting toward those suits from the nearby hilltop, alighting on them one by one by one. The eyes of the suits blazed again. Bryce saw the nearest mech-suit lift its metal arm in front of its face. Watch its fingers wriggle with something like wonder. Then it turned to the closest Asterian Guard and bashed the soldier’s head in.
*insert Voldemort laugh here*
