Elsewhere
Cain and his seven progenies gathered in the dimly lit cavern that served as their refuge. The air was thick with anticipation, and a sense of unease permeated the space as they discussed the latest developments in their world.
Cain, still bearing the mark that set him apart from all others, looked over his vampire progeny with a mixture of pride and resolve. Each of them had inherited a fragment of his defiant spirit, a trait that had both protected and cursed them throughout the centuries.
"Lord Cain," said Alaric, the second of his progeny, his voice low but steady. "The Celestial Council has been unusually quiet. They have withdrawn their oversight, leaving us to our own devices. But now, the giants grow bolder by the day, spreading fear and chaos. What are we to do?"
