A man in wretched clothing was brought before the king, his breathing ragged and his hair messy. His hands were nestled snugly in dragon forged steel, the hardest material in the kingdom. It was due to his expertise as a sorcerer that they even managed to come close to such a technological breakthrough. Many other breakthroughs were also owed to him, without his experience, the Majuro kingdom would crumble.
However, some nobles and royals within the kingdom's higher echelons found themselves threatened by his unparalleled ability to discover and invent. Hence, they implemented a series of policies and laws, and conspired to abdicate him from power.
His blue eyes shone unsettlingly in the king's direction, defiance rooted deep within his pupils. His face was sooty and gaunt, but his resolve was nothing short of remarkable.
His cracked lips formed a grin as he raised his head to meet the oncoming gaze of the king. "If it's nothing else, I will take my exile now." The higher up royals now had a wide grin on their faces. With the crystalline magic crystal artillery invented, the kingdom would surely be unstoppable.
The king had a grim expression on his face. He was pressured relentlessly by the public to fire the chief sorcerer of Majuro, for he defied several orders by his court magicians. However, due to their rule of proportional representation, King Arthur found himself in a predicament. Overrule his court magicians' decisions and risk being overthrown, or fire the chief sorcerer and be over and done with this case.
"I apologise, Dimentio, for what has to be done."
Dimentio stopped dead in his tracks, then threw a look over his shoulder at the king. "You're still going to be overthrown. Martial law will be enforced soon, no matter what." With a devilish grin, he pointed the middle finger to the court magicians.
Without a trace, he vanished.
This was the beginning of the end.