The ancient dragon soul roars in the blood, this is the sacred hymn of the dragon clan!

The moment the pure white dragon hatched from its shell at the foot of Mount Targon and opened its eyes, its fate was already intertwined with the bloody storm of Runeland!

Human city-states regard you as a "walking dragon crystal mine"

The Darkin covet the blood of the ancient dragon boiling in your body

In the cracks of the void lurks a gaze that devours everything...

From the first bite, the rune-tempered body

To burn the armor of the Demacia Stalker with unformed dragon flame

From being lured into a honey trap by a yordle

To spread your wings and overturn the black sails of the Noxian warband

Using claws as blades and dragon language as curses, you gnaw on the bones of your enemies in the game of life and death, and awaken the inherited memories engraved in your bones.

When the dragon's wings cover the false light of the Titan's Peak, and when the breath freezes the curse whispers of the Darkin, those creatures who once pushed you into a desperate situation will finally kneel down to witness the advent of the Dragon Age!

The sky of Runeterra will eventually be dyed blood-red by dragon flames!