Charlotte had a very, very long dream.
In the dream, she crossed into an otherworldly noble girl, hung on a crucifix by her evil grandmother.
At the critical moment, a powerful force erupted within her, awakening her own strength, and brought back ancient memories.
She remembered who she was.
She was Charlotte, yet she was not Charlotte.
She was the ancestor of the Bloodline, the source of all Bloodline descendants, the nightmare of the gods, the ruler of darkness and the Blood Moon, the Eternal Night King...
She saw herself seated high upon the throne, receiving the subjugation of all beings.
Bloodline descendants worshipped her, and mythical beings bowed their heads to her.
She saw herself standing at the pinnacle of the world, looking up at the dazzling sun in the sky, her golden-red pupils filled with complexity.
