Horn was reborn. The good news: a powerful true dragon. The bad news: a white dragon, a disgrace to true dragons. Most importantly, without the protection of his dragon mother, the weak white dragon hatchling could easily kick a street dog and risk being captured by frost giants and raised as a hound. Fortunately, Horn discovered that white dragons also possessed unique qualities: born with a photographic memory and a remarkable ability to learn anything, only limited by their low intelligence. From then on, combat, magic, alchemy... all skills fueled Horn's might. A legendary white dragon rose from the land, spreading his pale wings and filling the land with legends. To this, Horn simply sighed: "I have only put in a tiny bit of effort. Restoring the glory of the white dragon is our duty!"