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She smiled, and for a moment, Nathan, Soma, and the others smiled with her.

"No," the boy replied. "I'm Soma Cruz. Or I was. Before I tried to absorb the castle's power to end it forever. Now I'm the Thief of Sorrows . Every tear this place has ever wept, I carry."

Nathan laughed, blood seeping from his gauntlets. "Good. Let me go. Just promise me—don't trust the harmonica."

And now she had triggered the final phase: Advanced Collection . Castlevania.Advanced.Collection-GamingBeasts.co...

The moon over Castlevania hung like a rotten tooth—yellow, cracked, and weeping light that turned the snow to rust. Inside the crumbling keep of the northern tower, a young scholar named Elara knelt before a shattered coffin. She wasn't a Belmont. She had no whip, no holy bloodline. She only had a stolen grimoire and a desperate idea.

He raised the sword. Behind him, a giant eye opened in the wall—the Power of Dominance , gone feral.

Elara realized the truth: the grimoire was not a sealing tool. It was a collection spell. It gathered every failed attempt, every broken hunter, every half-finished ritual, and stored them inside the mirror like cursed trading cards. She smiled, and for a moment, Nathan, Soma,

"You're not Dracula," Elara said.

Elara's hand trembled on the grimoire. "That's all I have left of him."

"Yes," Soma smiled, and for a moment he looked like a tired, cruel god. "That's why it's a fair trade." Or I was

The mirror drank her in. And then it spat her out—into a memory that wasn't hers.

She traced the final rune on the floor. The castle groaned. Somewhere above, a harpsichord played itself, its keys bleeding.

The castle twisted behind her, merging rooms from three different centuries. A clockwork tower from Circle of the Moon collided with a kaleidoscopic gallery from Harmony of Dissonance , which then bled into a Japanese high school's rooftop from Aria of Sorrow —because the castle now remembered futures that never happened.

The grimoire in her hands was called the Codex of Disjunction . It was not a holy weapon. It was a recipe for ripping apart souls—not to kill, but to seal. She intended to break Dracula's resurrection cycle by sealing him not in a coffin, but into a single, unfeeling vessel: a polished obsidian mirror.

She recognized him: Nathan Graves, a forgotten hunter from the early 1800s, his soul trapped here because he had used the Dark Metamorphosis ability too many times. The power had saved him in battle but fused his spirit to the castle's agony.