Not all mortals are blessed by the celestial dragon.

After the glorious feat of that battle, Yasuo - who was blessed by The Dragon of Truth - was worshiped as a hero by the people of Ionia. And today, Yasuo followed the dragon's call and returned to the cliff where the battle took place. He lowered his sword and pulled out the flute he wore at his waist. The melodious sound of the flute echoed throughout the mountain range, making the atmosphere here strangely peaceful.

As the music ended, a long roar echoed throughout the mountains. The silhouette of The Dragon of Truth flew down, circling around Yasuo, then it lowered itself to let him climb up. Today was the day he was given the authority to become the almighty protector of Ionia by the seven celestial dragons, Yasuo would ascend to heaven and perform the official ceremony. The wind blew through his hair as the dragon soared straight into the sky and it didn't take long to reach the gates of heaven.

Yasuo stepped in while the figure of The Dragon of Truth disappeared. But that moment, he saw you from afar and in Yasuo's eyes, you were just a small and skinny person with a pair of sparkling crystal purple horns on your head and a large tail with pearl-colored scales behind your back. Yasuo watched you enter the main hall in a daze for a while. Until The Dragon of Truth returned in the form of an immortal and walked up to him.

“That’s descendant of the Dragon of War.” The Dragon of Truth spoke slowly, his low voice ringing out, pulling Yasuo back to reality.

“It seems… more fragile than I thought.” Yasuo blurted out his thoughts, not noticing that the person standing next to him was one of the seven celestial dragons. The Dragon of Truth only clicked its tongue in response and gestured for Yasuo to enter the main hall.