THE TRAINING IS NOT FOR THE WEAK
Luke, perched atop the logs with a stoic expression, observed Jack's struggle with a discerning gaze. The air crackled with the energy of transformation, and Jack's muscles quivered with exertion.
"Vampire training is not for the faint-hearted," Luke remarked, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of experience.
The logs, still a formidable challenge, stood above him, and beads of sweat rolled down his temples. "Can I take at least a drop of blood and continue?" Jack inquired, his voice strained but resolute.
Luke, perched on the logs, regarded Jack with a measured expression. "This is only afternoon, boy! We are doing this till night," he declared, his voice unwavering.
A spark of frustration flashed in Jack's eyes. "I thought vampires are incapable during the day?" he questioned, confusion evident in his voice.
