The emperor of the empire dies in his bedchamber, and the killer has the face of a B-rank good-for-nothing.
No one believes the boy is the killer, until his heart is cut out and replaced with a dragon crystal, and he survives.
No one believes he is a dragon, until he remembers the transformation art his mother paid for with her life.
No one believes he will return, until he stands atop Angel City, his pair of cheap wings spread behind him in the wind.
He is the last surviving orphan of the ancient dragon clan.
He has come to reclaim his heart.
And, while he's at it, settle an old score with this world.
