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One night, the Emperor ordered a “grand harvest.” The spears were tightened. The dragon screamed. The pressure was too great—a vein in the ancient beast’s heart burst. Instead of a trickle, a geyser of blazing, sentient blood erupted.
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.
But dragons are not wells. They are prisons.
One night, the Emperor ordered a “grand harvest.” The spears were tightened. The dragon screamed. The pressure was too great—a vein in the ancient beast’s heart burst. Instead of a trickle, a geyser of blazing, sentient blood erupted.
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 ...
But dragons are not wells. They are prisons. One night, the Emperor ordered a “grand harvest