The battlefield settled into a tense hush, Liam and Asher standing amid the chaos, but the storm was far from passing.
"These demons make the Ferals look like house pets," Asher muttered, casually rolling his shoulders despite the carnage. "No wonder they're called Horrors."
Liam's gaze swept over the field littered with the broken bodies of their comrades. The holographic rain pelted down, washing streaks of red across twisted limbs and vacant eyes. Some corpses were mangled beyond recognition, blending into the mud and debris.
"They've torn through us faster than I expected," Liam said, voice low and even. His eyes never lingered on one body too long.
"Man, even knowing it's all just some holographic nightmare, it's hitting harder than it should," Asher admitted, tone quieter, the usual bravado dulled by the grim sights. "Feels like they're just setting us up to fail. Look at the numbers—no way most of them could stand against this wave."
