But the battle was far from over.
More monsters poured out from the side tunnels in greater numbers.
Dozens and dozens of them.
Ethan's eyes took on the peculiar glowing pattern of the Eyes of the Sage, the intricate symbols materializing within his irises.
"Come," he said simply.
Multiple purple magic circles opened simultaneously around him, and his Legendary-class summons materialized in bursts of violet light, spreading out at once.
Ethan twirled Ragnarok by its hilt, then blurred forward into the fray of monsters that had multiplied into dozens.
Wilson raised his katana high, gripping it by the hilt with both hands as his reddish aura ran through the edges. Then, he drove the blade down, stabbing it into the stone floor.
The blade sank in, then he twisted the weapon sharply to one side.
A cutting force erupted outward from the point of impact, spreading in a perfect expanding ring as traveled through the air, slicing through everything in its path.
