As Finn continued to regale him with tales of vampire lore, Michael found a newfound resolve, his gaze shifting towards the dawning day outside the window. The journey of self-discovery had just begun, and he was determined to navigate this treacherous path, uncovering the truths that lay hidden within the dark corners of his own being. Finn plucked the sketchpad from the bed, flipping through the pages with an impish grin. His eyes danced across the various drawings until they landed on a particularly detailed sketch of the boarding master, Mr. Mukore, and two senior students. He pointed at the elegant figure of Mr. Mukore, his eyes glinting mischievously."Did you know that when it comes to dark magic and blood magic, this country reigns supreme?" Finn began, his voice filled with a mixture of fascination and amusement. "It's said that witches here are rumored to open graves and feast upon the dead, to summon lightning at will or occupy dreams simply by taking a handful of soil from the place you've stepped on. They can even engage in wireless… uh, intimate activities."Finn's words were punctuated by his own chuckling, a mixture of awe and amusement evident upon his face. Michael's eyes widened, a combination of intrigue and disbelief coursing through him. His mind struggled to comprehend the depth and breadth of the supernatural world he had unwittingly stumbled into. The existence of powerful witches with such abilities both fascinated and unsettled him.As Finn's laughter subsided, he returned the sketchpad to Michael, a playful glimmer still lingering in his eyes. "But don't worry, bro," Finn reassured, his voice laced with humor. "I promise not to introduce you to any witches who eat dead people or command lightning storms. Well, at least not today."Michael let out a nervous chuckle, his mind still reeling from Finn's revelations. It was as if each new revelation unfolded an additional layer of the intricate supernatural tapestry surrounding him. Yet, amidst the awe and uncertainty, a sense of adventure beckoned. The unknown possessed a captivating allure, fueling his desire to navigate this fascinating, albeit treacherous, realm of magic and myth.With a newfound determination, Michael gripped his sketchpad tightly, ready to capture every extraordinary encounter, every stunning revelation within its pages. He was as prepared as he could be to embrace the mysteries that lay ahead. The supernatural world had woven its threads into the very fabric of his existence, and now, he would gather the strength to weave his own destiny amidst its enchanting chaos. Michael became a curious and adventurous soul, he was seeking to uncover the mysteries of the supernatural world. Tales of witches and werewolves had captivated his imagination since childhood, but never had he imagined the sheer power that lay within their grasp, or how within reach their world was. Now he knew that his best friend, Finn, held the key to unraveling this secret. "Michael, my friend," Finn began, his voice filled with a whisper of awe. "You've delved into the realms of vampires, but have you ever wondered about the witches and werewolves that share this world?"A glimmer of excitement danced in Michael's eyes as he leaned in once more, hanging onto every word that Finn uttered. He had always known that witches and werewolves existed, but their power and influence had remained elusive to him until now, considering he was now one himself."Those who possess the power of magic are far more formidable than one might imagine," Finn continued, his voice laced with a mix of admiration and caution. "The witches, for instance, hold dominion over three of the seven provinces. Their spells can shape-shift the very fabric of reality, and their knowledge of the ancient arts extends beyond anyone's wildest dreams."As Finn explained, Michael's mind soared with visions of witches conjuring storms and altering the fates of men. The realization that such extraordinary beings walked amongst humans left him spellbound.As Finn continued his explanations, he turned attention towards the werewolves, whose presence within the supernatural hierarchy was distinct, albeit restrained. Michael learned that the seven provinces were fiercely divided among the vampire bloodlines, each family occupying their own domain of power and influence."The werewolves, my friend, reside within these provinces as well," Finn said. "But their territories are small in comparison, for they are few in numbers. Their strength lies in their primal nature and their connection to the moon. Their transformation into powerful beasts allows them to protect their land against any who dare to trespass."Michael's mind painted vivid landscapes, where powerful werewolves roamed in their majestic animal forms, guardians of their ancestral territories.As the morning tore into noon, Michael's surprise expanded into a newfound respect for the supernatural world. The witches, with their unfathomable might, and the werewolves, residing in the shadow of their vampire counterparts, now occupied his thoughts in ways he could never have imagined.Finn's patient explanations had unearthed a veiled reality, revealing that the supernatural world was far grander and more complex than he had ever conceived. With renewed fascination, Michael resolved to explore these realms further, to delve deeper into the hidden secrets that lay within, and to witness firsthand the astounding power of witches and werewolves in all their glory.As Michael listened intently to Finn's explanations, his mind swirled with the magnificence of the supernatural world. However, his focus wavered for a brief moment as he slurped the drink he had been sipping on with a loud noise. The abrupt interruption made Finn pause, his eyebrows raised in surprise. Michael's face flushed with embarrassment, realizing his lack of grace in that moment. Clearing his throat, Michael apologized, "Sorry about that, Finn. Please, continue."Finn grinned, accepting the apology with a nod. "No worries, my friend. Now, where were we? Ah, yes. The seven vampire bloodlines, while powerful, are not the only ones to be reckoned with in this intricate tapestry. Below the vampires are the Lycan bloodline, the werewolves. Though individually weaker compared to us, their strength lies in their vast numbers, their packs working together to protect their territory."Michael's curiosity piqued even further. He could almost envision the moonlit forests echoing with the howls of the ferocious Lycan, their feral nature inciting both fear and awe."The four vampire bloodlines that can walk in the sunlight possess ancient rituals to turn humans into their kind," Finn continued. "Each bloodline has its distinct way of initiating the transformation, deepening their unique connection to the dark forces that dwell within." Before they could delve deeper into the intricacies of vampire rituals, their conversation was interrupted by the enchanting voice of a siren echoing through the hostels. The sweet melodies drifted in through the open door, sending a beckoning call to both Michael and Finn.