As he moved deeper, he could feel the dragon blood entering his body. The sensation was a bit strange and hard to describe—it was as if something warm and heavy was slipping into his veins, quietly spreading through his bloodstream like liquid fire.
Still, ignoring that odd feeling, Ash continued to descend until he finally reached the very bottom of the Dragon Blood lake.
Down there, hidden beneath all the thick red blood, was a small hole—no bigger than a cup.
And inside that hole, resting quietly, was a golden crystal.
Ash's eyes narrowed slightly.
From what he knew, this had to be crystallized blood—blood so ancient and powerful that it had solidified over time. He had heard of such things in passing, though they were extremely rare.
But why is the blood golden...? Ash wondered, his gaze fixed on the glowing gem. He didn't have the answer, but he made a guess.
