The minutes dragged on relentlessly as Ethan grappled with the two level three undead knights.
Ethan's excitement had faded into a grim determination, his heart pounding with each heavy breath.
The battle had evolved into a relentless struggle, and Ethan was still far from mastering his newfound strength.
The undead knights, their clinking, decrepit armour giving them an eerie presence, moved with an unnatural grace that belied their grotesque appearance.
Ethan was right in his assumption regarding the stronger monsters having heightened intelligence.
Ethan clenched his sword, ready for their next assault. The first knight surged forward with surprising speed, its rusty blade swinging wide in a vicious arc.
Ethan met the strike head-on, the impact reverberating through his arms, threatening to loosen his grip on his weapon.
