The swords, with their gleaming blades and intricate designs, exuded an aura of power and ancient craftsmanship. Their presence carried an undeniable familiarity as if they were kindred spirits to the very weapon Ethan wielded. The resemblance was uncanny as if the ethereal realm itself had forged these weapons to mirror his own.
"Hmm, I dare say that this isn't good for me," Ethan said. "Considering this place and the atmosphere, maybe they can mimic the power as well fairly well..."
Ethan didn't know if those weapons would have the same power as the pandemonium sword. Still, it was better not to assume otherwise. Unless he wanted some unpleasant surprises soon.
As Ethan surveyed the multitude of summoned heroes, his mind raced with conflicting thoughts and concerns. While he understood the urgency of neutralizing the impending threat, he also grappled with the moral dilemma of fighting against fellow summoned heroes.