The courtyard was a battlefield. Arthur's enhanced soldiers moved through defenders like wolves among sheep. Their supernatural speed and strength made the fight brutally one-sided. But the orcs were brave, fighting with desperate fury even as they fell.
"Enough," Arthur said.
Though he didn't shout, his voice reached every corner of the stronghold. The fighting stuttered to a halt. All eyes turned to see Arthur standing at the cave entrance, shadows clinging to him like living cloth.
Beside him, Urzara Bloodfang stood tall. Her axe rested casually on her shoulder.
"Your Majesty!" Hawklight's voice cut through sudden silence. The commander stood near the main gate, Flamestrike still burning in his hand. His elite forces had formed a perfect perimeter, trapping remaining defenders. "Is that...?"
