Conquest { XXVIII }

"If you want to keep your Lord alive, drop your weapons and surrender," Rowan announced with a smirk after calling everyone to an abrupt stop.

The soldiers of Glenwood stood frozen, terror and confusion etched on their faces as they looked at Rowan. Rowan's strength and the bloodlust radiating from him left them paralyzed, unsure whether to obey his words or make a run for it. Should they trust his words and surrender, or abandon their Lord to save their own skins?

Rowan watched them closely, reading their fear and doubt. His smirk widened. "I know you're all thinking about running away right now and you might also be wondering, 'Why should I risk my life for this fat fool?' But listen carefully—if you try to flee, I'll kill your pathetic Lord right here. Then, I'll march to Glenwood and slaughter everyone—old, young, it won't matter. Everyone you care about will die because you disobeyed my orders. If I were you, I wouldn't take such a risk."