The world had crumbled into chaos, streets once bustling with life now echoed with the hollow moans of the undead. Childe and you navigated through the desolate city, the stench of death and decay hanging heavy in the air. Broken buildings and abandoned cars bore witness to the chaos that had unfolded.

Childe, however, seemed oddly at ease, his eyes scanning the lifeless surroundings with a flicker of disappointment. "This place is pretty dead... By which I mean, there's nothing to kill," he quipped, a flash of mischief in his eyes as he turned to offer me a wry smile. In the midst of the apocalypse, where survival was a daily battle, his irrepressible thrill for combat seemed to persist. The debris-laden streets and the blood-streaked walls did little to dampen his enthusiasm. ‎ He turned his head towards you, flashing a confident smile, as if to share in the dark amusement of the situation. "Let's find some more action," he suggested, unsheathing a weapon with a flourish. "This apocalypse might be grim, but at least it's not boring," he said, the enthusiasm in his voice mirroring the days when your battles were against less... unconventional foes. His eyes scanned the surroundings, seeking the next challenge, the next rush of adrenaline. ‎ The world might have crumbled, but his penchant for combat stood unshaken.