Charlotte had not expected to become so enraged.
As she watched the survivors of Silver City transform into monsters under the divine power of the God of Hatred and Deformation, and as Lilith was brutally slain before her eyes, she almost subconsciously unleashed a surge of divine power akin to True Ancestor Liberation, charging straight ahead.
It was in that moment that she realized, with her two crossings over time, as her stay in this era increased day by day, with the worship of the subjects of the Free City State and the reverence of Lilith and Haral, she could no longer simply regard herself as a mere passerby.
Catching the flung Lilith in her arms and using divine power to momentarily stabilize her soul, Charlotte's expression was grim as she looked at Adora, the God of Hatred and Deformation, surrounded by monsters.
Crimson luminescence burst around her, her silver hair fluttering, and in her blood-red pupils seemed to burn golden flames.
