Elara's hand trembled on the grimoire. "That's all I have left of him."
She looked at her hands. They were translucent, filled with swirling constellations of souls. She was not a vampire hunter. She was not a Belmont. She was a collection —the combined memory of every failure, every desperate spell, every last stand against the dark. Castlevania.Advanced.Collection-GamingBeasts.co...
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. Elara's hand trembled on the grimoire
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 was not a vampire hunter