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

"Elara," he said, his voice raw. "What have you become?"

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

"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." The mirror drank her in

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.

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. "What have you become

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

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.

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

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.