Days after the war ended, Vaziria was once again a home.
It was a safe place, the place the vampires could freely roam around without fear of being subjected to harsh systems again. The children looked happier, the mothers smiled even more, and the men and warriors looked more motivated to train.
There was no war to train for, but at the back of their minds, they knew it. They knew the falci was dangerous. They knew the falci would just show up at any time and try messing with them again. They had to be ready.
They had to fight their wars and win. They had to prove to themselves that beyond the blood-sucking tendencies, beyond the madness they lived in, they were a people that wanted to live peacefully, which is why the vampire head warriors were not going easy on their training.
