无光的幽暗中，他仿佛回到持明卵中，在波涛与幻梦里辗转来去。
他梦见自己抵达战场，如神明亲临。悬于云端，军阵似蝼蚁般渺小，云车和星槎如注定要赴火的飞萤。这就是凡人的生命…这就是龙的视角吗？一丝骄慢涌起，令他心意冰冷。他忙将目光投向那些与他一同厮杀、一同欢饮的人们：
疾驰而过的飞行士丝毫不在意队列齐整，随兴射击，任由装填炽火的弩箭落在奔突的步离甲士间；
在星槎所指的方向上，有位白发剑士当先一人，随锋刃舞蹈，在剑光中穿梭，其锋芒太盛，连她的同僚也不敢与之同列，只是殿后策援；
平日与他谈笑的那位云骑骁卫则收起一身闲散，手持阵刀，与所部军士们抵抗着侧翼袭来的步离战卒；
本阵后方，随军的匠作们调试着巨大的金人，也许那名狷狂的匠人此刻正挥汗如雨——这些数十米高的军械是应对器兽的杀手锏；
随后他瞧见了彼时的将军腾骁，他如同帝弓的化身笼罩在金色雷霆中，与自己的幻影犁过敌人的战兽军阵……
溃不成军的步离人开始逃窜。他明白，该是执行自己被交付的使命了。他放任心智消融于风暴和冰雹里，由雷霆代他咆哮，由海啸替他愤怒。他悬于云端，看着被渊薮吞没的敌人，也看着身后的土地，许多人类、持明与狐族，他们永远留在战场上，无法再看一眼故乡。
Character Story: Part II
• Unlocked at Character Level 40
In the dim abyss devoid of light, he seemed to have returned to the insides of a Vidyadhara egg, being ceaselessly churned in tumultuous waves and elusive dreams.
He dreamed he arrived at the battlefield like the descent of a god. He hovered with the clouds — the military formations below him were tiny as ants, and the airborne chariots and starskiffs were moths destined to die in a flame. Such were the lives of mortals... Was this the viewpoint of a dragon? A sliver of hubris rose up and plunged his heart into emotionless and icy detachment, and he hurriedly cast his gaze toward those with whom he had fought and shared liquor:
The pilot who zoomed past did not care whether the formation was orderly. She shot at will, letting the arrows filled with blazing fire fall on the storming borisin foot soldiers...
Along the direction pointed out by the starskiffs, a white-haired swordswoman spearheaded into the fray ahead of the entire army, dancing with her sharp blade. She dashed between flashes of metallic light, her actions too sharp to even let her allies come near, reducing them to merely supporting her from behind...
On the other hand, the Cloud Knight Lieutenant who used to chat and laugh with the dragon contained his languid indolence, holding his devastator glaive in hand as he stood with his men to repel the borisin pawns attacking from the battlefield's wings...
And behind the main host, the military engineers who marched with the army were adjusting and testing giant aurumatons... perhaps that exceedingly arrogant craftsman was now working at full speed, for these machines hundreds of feet tall are specialized weapons designed to counter the mechabeasts...
Then, he saw the general of yesteryear, Teng Xiao. He was enveloped in golden lightning like the avatar of the Reignbow, plowing through the enemies' rows of war beasts with his divine mirage...
The devastated borisins began to flee. He knew it was time to carry out the duty entrusted to him. So he let go — letting his consciousness disappear in storms and hails, letting thunder roar for him, letting tsunamis rage for him. He floated on top of clouds, watching the enemies getting swallowed by the watery abyss, and watching the land behind him. Many humans, Vidyadhara, and foxians were eternally left there, unable to lay their eyes upon their home ever again.
The dragon heart told him that it was but a small speck of dust brushed away from the world. Wars come with a price, but life will always thrive once more — the Vidyadhara are not the only branch of Long's Scions. However, his human heart ached for those comrades who, like him, had warm flesh and blood, and for those mortals who might have lived longer but now could return home nevermore.
