Alucard watched from afar as Castlevania continued to crumble, soon becoming nothing more than dust in the wind. There was no feeling of triumph or satisfaction in him at having defeated the great Lord of Darkness; only the sinking of his stomach at the knowledge that someone, somewhere, at some time, would try to revive Dracula again... and that he would once again be forced to fight. It was so exhausting... having to find a way to fish out a single success from an ocean of potential failures. He turned away and began to walk with heavy footsteps. Where was his coffin right now? He had no idea. All he knew was that he just wanted to rest. He felt like nothing could ever relieve the weight of the world he felt on his shoulders.