A hundred years into the Wasteland Era, humanity is lingering in the steel fortress. Lin Jin picked up a rusty dragon scale in the radiation dust, but he didn't know that it was the key to unlocking the ancient genetic lock. When the tide of alien species swept across again, he opened his golden vertical eyes in the sea of blood and corpses. Behind him, in the ruins, was the shadow of a mechanical dragon that covered the sky and the sun. "Who said... The dragon clan has become extinct?"
