"You're not Dracula," Elara said.
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." Castlevania.Advanced.Collection-GamingBeasts.co...
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. "You're not Dracula," Elara said