The cultists are vanquished leaving only Montalban. As Marcus approaches, he falls down on his knees begging for his life.
“Y-y-your M-maj-jesty,” he stutters. “This is all a mistake. I have been your loyal follower since you became the king. It was the vermillion Shaman,” he points to the woman floating above watching them. “She tricked me into thinking that I could become king by worshipping the Progenitor.”
“Lord Montalban,” Marcus replies. “Your insolence has harmed the people of the kingdom and almost cost the life of its queen. However, I shall spare you.”
“Th-thank you,” he bows down. “I shall cherish this second chance you gave me.”
“No, there won’t be any chances. You are from this day forth banished from this kingdom,” Marcus shouts. “You shall leave to never return. If in an
