Akar advanced through the chaos of smoke and steel, the sound of clashes barely ceasing for a moment.
The tall walls of the fortress, once seemingly impregnable, were now nothing more than cracked ruins, with orcs slipping through from every direction.
The orc leaders, under Gerum's command, were still shouting orders, trying to maintain the organized formations of the elite amidst the fierce chaos of human resistance.
Akar stood beside Dogrel, and next to them stood Commander Kargas — a massive figure with sharp eyes.
Kargas, who had been excluded from leading the initial assault due to the severe wounds he received during his first attempt to breach or weaken the fortress, had now returned to issue orders to his personal battalion, which surged through the gate like an unstoppable flood.
Everything was going according to plan... or so they thought.
For even though they had entered through the shattered gate, the fortress's defenders had not yet fallen.
