When travelers ask her name, she just tilts her head, her dragon-slit eyes gleaming. “I am the curse that loved itself. Call me Akane. Or call me the final drop.” And she walks on, hungry for a new kind of essence—not to destroy, but to remake .
A shrine maiden’s blessing? Akane would brush her hand against the maiden’s cheek, and the maiden would collapse, drained of her decades of accumulated spiritual power, leaving only a withered, happy corpse. A guardian wolf-god? Akane would whisper the dragon’s name, and the wolf would melt into a puddle of golden essence that she absorbed through her pores. Dragon Blood - Ryuu no Noroi to Seieki de Kami ...
It incinerated the high priests instantly. It melted the golden bit. And a single, pulsing droplet flew across the chamber, striking Akane directly in the mouth. When travelers ask her name, she just tilts