[s1e7] An Attack On The King Here

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.

"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." [S1E7] An Attack on the King

Malakor gasped, his form flickering. "The prophecy... said you were a King of Gold. It never said you’d bleed for a servant." The Mage cried out as the floor turned

"You’re late, Malakor," Alaric said, his voice echoing in the hollow chamber. "I had to bypass your 'invincible' Iron Guard,"

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.