"So this is it then."

Julius glances behind him. The castle gate is sealed. The sounds of the war have fallen silent, but Julius knows it still wages on. He thinks about his comrades. How are they doing? Have Dracula's forces thinned out there? He can only pray they hold on until he completes his duty.

His heart hammers in his chest. Everything is on his shoulders now: humanity's fate, Dracula's death. Julius can feel his fingers trembling. His hand goes to the silver cross around his neck. His eyes close as he utters a quick prayer.

"Indeed." Alucard forms from the surrounding mist, causing Julius to start, gripping his whip tightly. Seeing his ally, Julius lets out a sigh and relaxes his hold.

"I wish you wouldn't do that," Julius grumbles as he rolls up his whip. "I could have slain you on the spot." Julius brushes a strand of hair from his eyes as he collects himself.

The dhampir doesn't apologize, but instead looks somewhat amused. "I've scouted ahead," Alucard says. "My father's forces are waiting for you beyond the hall. I hope you are ready."

Julius turns his eyes to the door at the halls end. It's large and carved from iron. His throat suddenly feels dry. There's no turning back now. The only way out of this castle is Dracula's demise. Julius takes a slow step forward.

"I'm ready," he says finally. Julius endeavors to keep his voice steady. He won't look weak, especially in front of someone who has seen legends in his time.

"Let's finish this."