As the realization of his transformation sank in, Damien's mind buzzed with questions.
His newfound power was undeniable, but it raised more uncertainties than answers. He turned to Lilith, the one who had brought him to this new height.
"Tell me," Damien said, his voice calm but edged with curiosity. "How did the vampires come to be? Were you always here, long before the world changed?"
Lilith's eyes gleamed with ancient knowledge as she regarded him. She moved gracefully, her crimson gaze never leaving his. "We have been here far longer than you can imagine, Damien. Before the world changed, before the nations were established. The vampires are one of the oldest races, forged from the very essence of the night."
She paused, letting the weight of her words settle. "We were once rulers of the night. Our power stemmed from the natural cycle of life, predation, and blood. But the Evermoon World changed, didn't it?"
