Victor only realized he had truly left the protection of the Vampire Realm when the sun began to genuinely bother him.
The mountain range ahead occupied almost the entire horizon, formed by dozens of rocky peaks rising to different heights. Some mountains had almost vertical walls, while others were surrounded by enormous natural formations where resilient trees grew wedged between the rocks. The wind there was strong and constant, carrying dust and the dry scent of stones heated by the sun.
Victor walked calmly along the base of one of the mountains wearing a long black hooded cloak. The fabric covered practically his entire body, protecting his skin from direct light while he kept his hands inside his pockets.
"It's kind of complicated belonging to a race that can simply catch fire because of the sun." Victor murmured while pulling the hood a little farther over his face, clearly bothered by that rather inconvenient weakness of Vampires.
