Golden red flames scorched unceasingly as pained wails echoed throughout the palace.
Within the fire, a blurred face twisted continuously, its expression when looking at Charlotte filled with malice.
It stared intently at Charlotte, its sinister gaze as if to etch itself deep into her soul.
Amidst its wailing, it hissed ominously,
"Do not think this is the end, you... cannot escape, you... cannot escape!"
"Dark Night, I have remembered you, we... have all remembered you!"
Having said that, the ashen mist suddenly reversed course, a concealed energy fluctuation infiltrated the flames, transforming into an illusory trident mark that rapidly spread toward Charlotte's arm along the cage formed by the Blood Divine Power.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Charlotte glanced indifferently at the other.
She extended her left hand, the Blood Divine Power coursing once again as a hefty, ethereal book slowly emerged.
