Fenrir's hamster familiars moved through the corridor like a furry whirlwind of destruction, dispatching the monsters with practiced ease.
What surprised him most wasn't their effectiveness, but how visibly stronger they had become.
Their attacks hit harder, their movements were sharper, and they didn't tire nearly as quickly as before.
Each hamster now held a strange sort of confident air about them—proud, battle-hardened, and more than a little smug.
As he watched them fight, Fenrir pulled up their stats through the system and raised an eyebrow at the clear improvements.
Their strength had jumped significantly, and even their stamina bars had bulked up.
He made a mental note to brew more potions once this mess was over—clearly, the concoctions he'd given them earlier had contributed to this growth, and it was worth investing in further.
The final monster gave a pitiful screech before it was knocked into a wall by Hamster #3.
With that, the corridor fell silent.
