[s1e7] An Attack On The King Apr 2026

Out of the dust stepped a single figure clad in rags that seemed to drink the torchlight. No army followed.

The assassin vanished into a cloud of soot just as the backup guards finally breached the side doors. The King was safe, but as he looked at his hand, he saw the mark: a black stitch across his palm. The attack was over, but the had begun. [S1E7] An Attack on the King

The heavy iron doors of the Throne Room didn’t just open; they were shattered inward. Out of the dust stepped a single figure

"A King," Alaric spat, rising from the shards of his throne, "is only as strong as the people he protects." The King was safe, but as he looked

The Mage cried out as the floor turned to glass, trapping the King’s feet. Malakor moved like a blur, a dagger of pure void-energy humming in his hand. He wasn't there to take the crown; he was there to sever the bloodline.