## **Chapter 5: The Laws of Conquest**
The courtyard was a battlefield. Arthur's enhanced soldiers moved through the defenders like wolves among sheep, their supernatural speed and strength making the fight brutally one-sided. But the orcs were brave, fighting with desperate fury even as they fell.
"Enough," Arthur said, and though he didn't shout, his voice somehow 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 a living cloak. Beside him, Urzara Bloodfang stood tall, her axe resting casually on her shoulder.
"Your Majesty!" Hawklight's voice cut through the sudden silence. The commander stood near the main gate, Flamestrike still burning in his hand, surrounded by Arthur's elite forces. They'd formed a perfect perimeter, trapping the remaining defenders. "Is that...?"
