When he was six years old, Lin Xingye rescued a mini dragon from a fishing net that couldn't even breathe out its breath. Everyone said it was trash, but he didn't throw it away.
On her sixteenth birthday, my grandma's relics revealed the truth: the Dragon Clan is not the original inhabitants of the earth, and "metophobia" is a racial safety lock engraved in genes - on the home planet, fear once saved all of their lives.
And Gu Yan, the genius reformer who stood behind the alliance, witnessed his mother being buried by an out-of-control dragon elf when he was seven years old. His answer is simple: since power can kill, use machinery to dismantle fear.
One uses empathy to build connections, and the other uses transformation to eliminate loss of control. The two stood at the starting point of the same river and walked to the other side.
Grandma wrote in her diary: "Dragon Heart is not a healer, but a translator." Gu Yan changed it into a controller.
Now, during the six minutes in the crater, the mini-dragons have to decide whether their species will continue to be locked in a genetic cage, or learn to become a new species on earth. The alliance is watching and Gu Yan is waiting.
This is not a story about who is stronger. This is the story of a gentle boy who uses the lightest voice to pry the heaviest lock - about understanding and choice.
