Dragalia Lost - Wyrmprints

Wha... Oh... Whoooooa! ...Ow. Man, balancin' on a ball ain't easy. "Get it together, Ranzal! We only have three days left until the circus." "Yeah, yeah. Just gimme a bit here."

Countless knives danced through the air, illuminated by the glow of an arc light. Fritz's juggling skills were so spectacular, they instantly captivated any who were fortunate enough to witness them.

Dragon and Timer description for first stage -- Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! I'm the ringmaster of this circus, the dragon tamer Annelie! And this is my buddy, Liger—say hi, Liger! "Graaaaaaah!"

Two attendants awaited their master at the foot of a vermilion bridge. Just then, the man they were awaiting came forth. It was Ieyasu - pactbound warrior and head of one of the twelve wyrmclans of the East.

Happy New Year, everyone! "I'm so glad to wish you well for the coming months. Let's work together to make this year one to remember!"

Welcome, welcome, one and all! The circus has arrived in your town! Girls and boys, mamas and papas, grandmas and grandpas—all are invited to step inside and enjoy the fun!

Appolonia is known far and wide for the Appolonian Battle Games, where proud warriors gather in the colosseum to test their might against one another. Lea the knight was one such competitor.

I never expected to be given a present quite like this, said the prince. "We all wanted to do something special for you in honor of Dragonyule," said Cleo. "Do you like it?"

Come fight me, darling! cried Brunhilda. "I want to show you what I'm capable of!" And with that, the battle began—a trial of love with their very lives on the line.

A harp abandoned in the corner of a pub. It's said that a passing bard used to strum it while singing a sad tale of love between a human and a dragon that had taken place long, long ago.

I wanna help decorate the cake, cried Notte. "Let's cover that sucker in berries!" "You're doing very well," remarked Cleo. "I'm sure the prince will love it."

A unique fount that brims with mana. Their mystical ambience makes each one a sacred site long revered by locals.

An elixir infused with the power of dragons. A certain peculiar magician collected the fallen scales of dragons and boiled them down to make it.

Hey there, traveler! Shrimp, squid, clams— you'll taste the ocean in every bite of this seafood soup from Saint Lotier! Come on in, sit down, and help yourself to a bowl!

A magic ring that once belonged to a brave knight who served the Kingdom of Alberia. Its blue gemstone contains a small amount of mana that grants protection to the bearer.

Is this a Saint Starfall outfit? I didn't know I'd be getting one too! "I thought it'd look good on you, so I decided to make one for you as well." "Thanks, Cleo! What a wonderful gift."

"This is the first time I've ever spent my leave going clothes shopping, you know." "Likewise. I know women of the cloth should practice restraint, but His Highness DOES value repose...so I intend to fully enjoy it!"

Leading my piano was the songstress of the century, whose voice captivated all who heard it. We were due to take the stage together soon, where I would present her immeasurable talents to the world.

Dragonyule is a celebration of the goddess Ilia's birth. On the day before the big event, people hurry home to enjoy a traditional evening feast with their families.

There is a room in the Halidom with a friend no one knows of — and no one CAN know of — save for one very specific person.

Garuda was the guardian of her village, and had protected it since time immemorial. The residents revered and worshiped her– but in her heart, she had always been alone.

Today was the day of the Halidom's picnic. As soon as everyone was settled and ready for lunch, Cleo opened the basket wide and bid everyone to dig into the food she'd spent so much time and effort preparing.

What's inside the pumpkin pail? A little chocolate dime! But along came a peckish fiend—a menacing gold slime!

Open wiiiide! Here comes the draaagon! "Louiiiise! I know how to use a spoon!" "Hush, Lowen! Spoons are dangerous. Now come here and let me feed you."

The village's guardian deity, a master of gales, smiled fearlessly at the hordes of fiends that swarmed upon it without end. "So you think to harm this village, do you? Then prepare to be annihilated!"