Third Person's POV...
The dense, blood-colored smoke lingered in the battlefield, an eerie silence momentarily enveloping the area. The faint silhouettes of the Inferior Artificial Devils emerged from the dissipating mist, their menacing forms barely scratched despite the desperate efforts of Syra, Raya, and Livia. The sight sent a shiver down Livia's spine as she knelt protectively near Iris's unconscious body, her bow drawn tightly.
"This... this isn't normal," Livia whispered, black strands clinging to her sweat-drenched face. "How can they still be standing after everything?"
"They're relentless, Raya gritted out, her hands trembling as she tightened her grip on her massive heavy blade. Blood trickled from a deep gash on her forehead, blurring her vision. "And they're getting more aggressive
