The early morning sun cast long shadows across the Royal Vampire training grounds, illuminating the dew-kissed grass. Julian, the eldest triplet, stretched, the familiar ache in his muscles a testament to yesterday's sparring. Across the courtyard, Victoria was already a blur of motion, her strikes sharp and precise against a phantom enemy. Riley, ever the quiet observer, sat on a bench, tinkering with a small, intricate device, a frown etched on his brow. The air was calm, but an undercurrent of unease, a lingering echo of the recent rogue attack, still hummed beneath the surface of the peaceful morning.