Give me more

Ethan gritted his teeth. The corrosive ichor wasn't just tearing apart the environment; it was stripping away his one advantage—stealth. Without the trees and shrubbery, his ragtag army of unconventional summons would stand out like a sore thumb, drawing attention from adventurers and insectoids alike.

Also, the air was thick with the acidic stench, each breath burning his lungs. He needed a plan, and he needed it fast.

Ethan stared at his minions and his gaze fell upon the Zither Wings. Quickly, a plan formed in his head. He had managed to collect four zither wings in his team so far and this was good enough.

"You four, fly closer and attract the other insectoids. Try to get the scouts or the wings, whichever you can find, and lure them away to this area." Ethan pointed to the dense forest in the distance which was mostly unharmed.