"When I arrived, all that greeted me were the desolate ruins of the Royal Court... and the countless remains of ancient dragons, who once lived harmoniously but now seemed to wish nothing more than to devour flesh and blood.
"There was also the child whom the King would rather suffer the pain of being devoured by his own kind, their Divinity usurped, than flee; a child he resolved to protect until death.
"The vast Ancient Dragon Royal Court met an irredeemable and tragic end because of my cowardice.
"From that day on, I became a wraith or, perhaps more accurately, a resentful spirit dwelling above the ruins of the Royal Court.
"Because of my error, the radiance of the ancient dragons has faded. Perhaps some of the Dragon Race escaped from the Royal Court to the Western Continent. But those who fell into madness are no longer significant. Even if they are still alive, or have left descendants bearing dragon blood, it has all become meaningless.
