The silence in the Soaring Dragon Kingdom's throne room was so thick you could almost cut it. Seated on his imposing golden throne, King Carlos III looked down with an icy fury. In front of him, kneeling on the cold marble, was General Valerius, completely bandaged and looking nearly destroyed. The general's uniform was torn and stained with blood, and every time the King looked at him, Valerius's body trembled.
"How is it possible that you lost to the Hero?" the King's voice began as a whisper, but it rose to a bellow that made the walls shake. "We gave you the best resources! We sent the fifteen best warriors in the entire kingdom! You had absolutely everything you asked for! I even gave you my daughter as you requested... and you lose to the Hero...!"
