Kronos gripped his broadsword and advanced across the polished marble, stopping a few feet from the golden dais. A Kobold sat upon the velvet cushions wearing immaculate garments completely free of the dirt coating the city outside.
"Do you march with the Vanguard?" Kronos leveled the tip of his blade at the Kobold chest. "Explain your presence before I separate your head from your shoulders. A true assassin would have already struck while my back was turned."
Kronos shifted his weight, digging his boots into the marble to anchor his stance. He tightened his grip on the hilt and prepared to deliver a fatal strike.
The Kobold rested his scaled hands on his knees. "I would have already taken your life if that was my objective. I am Krug, the Apostle and chosen vessel of Rubedo, the Supreme Sovereign of the Spiral."
