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She stood in a moonlit garden, but the flowers were screaming. Beside her, a man in silver armor clutched a broken locket. "You're not her," he whispered. "You're not my Lydie."

The mirror drank her in. And then it spat her out—into a memory that wasn't hers. Castlevania.Advanced.Collection-GamingBeasts.co...

And now she had triggered the final phase: Advanced Collection . She stood in a moonlit garden, but the

"Elara," he said, his voice raw. "What have you become?" "You're not my Lydie

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.

"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."

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.