The fucking Prince must have either enchanted boots or nails under the soles. Hakram took a greastword blow with his own, steel grinding on steel, and I realized with a start that the blades were almost identical. Had Hakram stolen the Prince of Bones' sword at some point?

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I did not question it, turning to drown the flowers in black flame even as behind me the Prince of Bones swung at my head – only to be stopped by Hakram's parry, blades slamming into the ground as Masego Wrested the Mantle's cursed and smashed it into the Prince's side.

- Book 7, Chapter 66: The Empty Grave