Handy gasped as he emerged from the scalding water. He stumbled forward and crashed down into the water once more before pulling himself free from the pool. The water should have completely destroyed him, but it felt like little more than a warm shower would. It seemed like the fire potion he had downed had been worth the investment. He stumbled forward, struggling to think, but every direction he looked he spotted another dragon, far off in the distance or up in the air. It didn’t matter to him—the vampire was in control now, not the man.