Late that night, the Vampire King ventured into one of his private gardens, drawn to immerse himself in one of the tranquil pools. Gushes of cool wind encircled him, caressing his ancient skin. He reveled in the fact that the dampness in the air lingered, growing even chillier as the light dwindled on the eastern horizon. A satisfied smirk touched his lips. It was precisely what he had desired.
He walked leisurely alongside the pool, taking a moment to drink in the details of his surroundings. With each passing night, his realization deepened: his powers had grown immeasurably. Even with the vast expanse of his kingdom, he could manipulate its weather with astounding ease.
