At the last king's council of Morocoy, Carlos Dolgette gathered all the nobles of the capital and conveyed to them that mad, irresponsible, foolish resolution.
"The age of Holy Light has come, and magic... must not die out on my watch." Carlos braced his hands on the table, the nobles unable to see the king's complexion, "Morocoy will become a target of the Holy Light, this nation, will be engulfed in war until its destruction. Unless..."
"Unless we run away..."
"What?" Several nobles stood up abruptly, looking at their king in surprise, "You choose to flee! What about your responsibility! Your commitment! Where have they gone!"
Your subjects were prepared to fight to the death, why are you running away, Your Majesty!
Carlos looked coldly at the group of nobles, "Fight to the death? Can you defeat the Crusaders? Can you slay dragons? Those paladins are dragon slayers, what are we? We are the Kin Clan of dragons, minions to the dragons! By what means will you defeat them!"