Chapter 90. A Form...[1]

Third Person's POV...

The once tranquil clearing near the hotel had turned into a battlefield. The breeze that had earlier whispered through the trees was now drowned out by the cacophony of battle—the clash of steel, the sickening squelch of blood, and the unnatural screeches of the Inferior Artificial Devils. Eleven of them. Each one was a grotesque mockery of life, monstrous creations whose bodies were a twisted amalgamation of flesh and metal, designed for one thing: destruction.

The group of four—Syra, Livia, Raya, and Iris—stood at the ready, but there was a palpable tension in the air. What was supposed to be a moment of growth for Iris had quickly spiraled into a nightmare.

Syra's emerald eyes glinted with cold determination, her light blade crackling with energy. "Stay focused," she commanded, her voice cold and sharp. "They're stronger than you think."