Johan cautiously stepped onto the sixth floor. The air felt denser, more oppressive. Before he could even gather his thoughts, a cacophony of shrieks filled the air as a swarm of hob-goblins emerged, their eyes filled with a feral gleam. Unlike the earlier goblins, these had a semblance of armor, and their weapons, though makeshift, looked sharp and deadly.
'Ah, the upgraded cousins,' Johan quipped internally. He could sense their coordination, their movements suggesting a group consciousness that the regular goblins lacked. Every time he dodged a strike, another hob-goblin tried to exploit that opening. Their team play was impressive.