As Soma passed through the gate, he felt -something- wash through him. Knowing the feeling all too well, he sighed a deep sigh, wondering if he would ever be rid of the curse of Dracula's power.

This influx of power, all of it quite dark (for such is the nature of Dracula), was enough to draw stares from several of the natives. Among them, he noticed a single entity whose own internal darkness rivaled his own, though it was shielded; a demon? If so, why was it not attacking?

Shaking off the feeling, Soma walked on past the gates (along the way, being assailed by an elderly man who had pressed something small and silvery into his hands).