無光的幽暗中，他仿佛回到持明卵中，在波濤與幻夢裡輾轉來去。
他夢見自己抵達戰場，如神明親臨。懸於雲端，軍陣似螻蟻般渺小，雲車和星槎如註定要赴火的飛螢。這就是凡人的生命…這就是龍的視角嗎？一絲驕慢湧起，令他心意冰冷。他忙將目光投向那些與他一同廝殺、一同歡飲的人們：
疾馳而過的飛行士絲毫不在意隊列齊整，隨興射擊，任由裝填熾火的弩箭落在奔突的步離甲士間；
在星槎所指的方向上，有位白髮劍士當先一人，隨鋒刃舞蹈，在劍光中穿梭，其鋒芒太盛，連她的同僚也不敢與之同列，只是殿後策援；
平日與他談笑的那位雲騎驍衛則收起一身閒散，手持陣刀，與所部軍士們抵抗著側翼襲來的步離戰卒；
本陣後方，隨軍的匠作們調試著巨大的金人，也許那名狷狂的匠人此刻正揮汗如雨——這些數十米高的軍械是應對器獸的殺手鐧；
隨後他瞧見了彼時的將軍騰驍，他如同帝弓的化身籠罩在金色雷霆中，與自己的幻影犁過敵人的戰獸軍陣……
潰不成軍的步離人開始逃竄。他明白，該是執行自己被交付的使命了。他放任心智消融於風暴和冰雹里，由雷霆代他咆哮，由海嘯替他憤怒。他懸於雲端，看著被淵藪吞沒的敵人，也看著身後的土地，許多人類、持明與狐族，他們永遠留在戰場上，無法再看一眼故鄉。
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.
