As Celeste gazed up at the darkening sky, a sense of foreboding washed over her. She had sensed Cain's dark energy at work, weaving his dark magic and carrying out his sinister plans. It was a feeling she knew all too well—a feeling of dread and apprehension that had haunted her since the moment she had first encountered the enigmatic vampire.
"He has done it," Celeste murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. "He has made more like him."
The realization sent a chill down her spine, for she knew all too well the dangers of allowing Cain to create more creatures like himself. His insatiable thirst for power and control knew no bounds, and she feared what havoc he might wreak upon the mortal realm with his newfound army of vampires.
