Disappeared

Time dragged on in a haze of ichor, screeches, and grinding battle. Each passing minute saw Ethan's summons become sharper, stronger, and more coordinated. 

His slimes, once slow and defensive, now moved with a surprising speed and dexterity, their gelatinous forms rippling as they adapted to pin and restrain any Zither Wing they could get.

Grug and Snarl, initially bruisers with brute force, evolved into seasoned warriors. 

Grug's strikes carried a calculated precision that sent insectoids crumpling with single blows, while Snarl weaved through the battlefield like a hulking monstrosity, his jagged blade finding every exposed joint and weak spot.

Ethan himself was no longer the hesitant fighter he had been at the start of the chaos. His movements were deliberate, his dagger striking with better efficiency. Each kill brought a familiar cascade of notifications, punctuating his progress with a steady rhythm of accomplishment.