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"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."

She refused. Instead, she ran.

He pointed toward a crumbling gazebo. On its railing sat a dented harmonica, playing a single note on loop. Elara felt a tug in her chest. The grimoire whispered: Harmony of dissonance. A second soul hides within the same body. Castlevania.Advanced.Collection-GamingBeasts.co...

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.

She found her father in the throne room. He was no longer a thrall. He stood straight, eyes clear, because the castle's control had shattered when the mirror did. "The castle will return in a hundred years,"

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 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. Instead, she ran

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.

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