So, the game isn't out yet. But I have this idea with the suspicious cast member Yinglong and (implied) black-hair foxy lady. I also have this uploaded on my dArt account, thought I'd upload it here too.
None of us are born with the knowledge on how we should live for the better or the worse. For Yinglong, it was a given. Pious to a fault, it was obvious. A dragon, so high and mighty, humbled himself to a mere beggar's Law and Teachings. In truth, he does not remember how that came to be. It happened. As a Mystic, he complies. Readily for his superiors, for his subordinates, for the sake of protecting all he secured for a happy life, the dragon armored himself their strongest shield. Yinglong's source of strength was from his practiced faith by the holy words his ears were blessed to hear. It befell nothing to little else what surge so mighty his power. Following in unshakable beliefs, his knuckles whiten his grip on his twin dragon swords, its purest green hue aura, fell no questions to his allies' standing.
Yet, he, despite the form he has taken, the human likeness, the blessed template that encased his soul, naturally confined him. He was a domesticated dragon in human shape. Only his verdant reptilian irises show his true nature. Often brooding, he would disappear in pity if his heart was tremendously moved. Very much a human trait.
Stood bold in encrusted yellow and brilliant jade, his faith delivered him no harm to the cold shudder of untimely approach for all living things. Unblemished, sound in the Righteous Law, Yinglong held his conviction in heart, mind, and sword. Today, the other Mystics entrusted his leadership.
He abandoned their orders.
Assurance tightened again onto paired hilts, one in each hand. Gliding through the bloody fog, he ventured deeper into the vapor.
"What could be the source of this power?"
It struck profound, away his usual comfort thought, heightening curious danger with each step. Yinglong could not wait, a smile bold on his lips. His heart raced. He wanted to run. It was almost calling out to him.
Horrid is Death's stench, fresh blood on sharpened fingertips. Dust dyed in red caked the ground, same colored clouds pillared, upon another like rising steam, from unfortunate cadavers. Insect husks littered. Skulls weaved, scattered around his heavy scuffle as the bone fragments clattered an echo hymn, belated their dirge. Reddish vapor thickened its fog. A lethal wind sullied a caution passed the Law's champion.
"Holy fools claim compassion only to alter kindness as death foretell them." Yinglong need not fear the vox of nobility. Refine as it maybe, it stitched feminine silk rippled in poison. His eyes narrowed. The profane encroached an icy embrace. In ease, he fanned it off. "Opportunistic ways betray principled men. Any beyond yonder, may your presence be warned."
Author's Note: Some of you are wondering about what the hell I'm referring to when I speak of "Law and Teachings", along "Righteous Law". Let's just say it's too much to say here. If you're interested about it, note me. Let me add, that these things are subtle in the JPN version as well.