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

"If I break the seal on the fang," Elara said, "you'll vanish. Permanently."

She refused. Instead, she ran.

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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 realized then: the castle wasn't just haunted by Dracula. It was haunted by every hunter who had ever tried a forbidden seal. Their failed rituals had layered atop each other like scar tissue. And now they were all waking up.

"The castle will return in a hundred years," Elara said quietly. "But next time, it won't face one hunter. It will face all of us at once." He raised the sword

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

She felt the whip-crack of the Belmont legacy she never had. The slide-kick of a runaway from the 1999 battle. The soul-eating hunger of the Dark Lord's stolen fang.

And the fang? It lay on the floor, inert. Without a single soul to anchor to, it had become just a piece of sharpened bone. Permanently

"I can help you seal the fang," Soma said, his voice splitting into two tones, one childlike, one ancient. "But you have to give me your father's memory. The good ones. The ones where he reads to you by the fire."

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

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.