Traveling by thought could seem, on the face of it, childishly simple. Imagine your destination and reach it within a blink of an eye. For many young vampires, astral travel was just that. Of course, they were wrong and didn’t discover its subtleties until the day they acquired it. Rempert knew. He had been practicing it for several decades and was still as wary of the traps that marked out the various stages of his route. This is the secret of this power: finding a safe path and never changing it. The slightest deviation could prove fatal. He understood, at this precise moment, the precariousness of his situation. Disturbed by the action of holy water, he had started his journey badly and didn’t know his current location. Only one certainty: not in Italy. He hardly felt the fullness that
