Drake shifted slightly, his massive form casting long shadows across the dungeon floor as he began to speak. His voice rumbled like distant thunder, carrying the weight of ancient memories.
"Your father, Uther Pendragon, was a man of immense strength, both in body and in will. But like you, he was not without his fears and doubts. There was a time, long before you were born, when Camelot was on the brink of ruin. It was a dark time, marked by treachery and war."
Artoria leaned in, her attention fully on the dragon, as Drake continued.
"The Dwarves of the East, once allies of Camelot, had grown envious of the kingdom's prosperity. They began to spread whispers, turning other kingdoms against Camelot, claiming that Uther had broken ancient pacts. The Dwarves allied themselves with powerful witches, who fueled their armies with dark magic. It wasn't long before the Dwarves declared war on Camelot."
