[s1e7] An Attack On The King (2027)

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

Malakor gasped, his form flickering. "The prophecy... said you were a King of Gold. It never said you’d bleed for a servant." [S1E7] An Attack on the King

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. "A King," Alaric spat, rising from the shards

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 . It never said you’d bleed for a servant

"I had to bypass your 'invincible' Iron Guard," the assassin replied, tossing a handful of shattered silver crests onto the marble floor. "They were surprisingly brittle."

As the blade descended, Alaric didn't reach for his sword—he reached for the Mage’s hand. In a desperate gambit of "The Twin-Soul Strike," the King channeled his physical vitality into the Mage’s fading mana. A blinding shockwave of gold and violet erupted, throwing the assassin against the far wall and cracking the very foundations of the castle.