[s1e7] An Attack On The King [ Cross-Platform Validated ]

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.

The heavy iron doors of the Throne Room didn’t just open; they were shattered inward. [S1E7] An Attack on the King

"A King," Alaric spat, rising from the shards of his throne, "is only as strong as the people he protects." The Mage cried out as the floor turned

King Alaric didn’t flinch. He sat atop the Obsidian Seat, his fingers tracing the notch in his ancestral blade. Beside him, the High Mage whispered a containment spell, but the air was already thick with the scent of ozone and burnt lavender—the calling card of the . The heavy iron doors of the Throne Room

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