Third Person's POV...
Livia nodded weakly, her eyes dark with the harrowing memories of the battle. Her usually composed expression was shaken, but as Riyan crouched down to meet her gaze, she noticed something more unsettling than the devastation around them. Despite his calm facade, she could feel it—his rage. It simmered beneath the surface, like a volcano ready to erupt.
"Yan…" she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "They were relentless. The Inferior Artificial Devils… they came at us without stopping, like puppets on strings. We fought them off, but they kept coming, stronger and smarter. It was as if someone was controlling them."
"They didn't stop, Yan," Livia murmured, her voice trembling. "It was like they were endless… and they were controlled. Every move felt intentional, like someone was playing a sick game with us."