Dragon Blood - Ryuu No Noroi - To Seieki De Kami ...

And she could extract it just by touching them.

She did not drink it. It drank her.

For a thousand years, the Divine Dragon, Ryūjin no Mikoto, had blessed the land. His ichor—thick, shimmering, and hotter than molten gold—was the source of the empire’s holy miracles. Priests drank it diluted to heal the sick. Warriors smeared it on their blades to cut demons. The Emperor bathed in it once a decade to retain his godlike youth. Dragon Blood - Ryuu no Noroi to Seieki de Kami ...

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 . And she could extract it just by touching them