They suspected that she had advanced.
Lynn had noticed it too.
Although Remnants of the Past could only recreate scenes from the past, the change in her aura still allowed her to sense that something was different.
"Has she reached Death Omen?"
Lynn asked gravely.
The Night Doctor floated like a specter and said hoarsely:
"There are signs of it, but judging from the moment we just saw, she should still be a little short. If she really had reached Death Omen Rank, we would easily have sensed the upheaval she caused in this world. But if her resentment keeps building like this, reaching Death Omen is probably only a matter of time."
Lynn adjusted the Monocle, his gaze sharpening slightly as emotions stirred within him.
Because he had experienced it himself.
Back at the Happy Home, the immense resentment and hatred his Alice felt upon learning the truth had directly transformed her into a Death Omen Rank Evil Spirit.
This was also the greatest difference between Evil Spirits and beings of other domains: their strength depended almost entirely on their hatred!
The more they hated,
the stronger they became, and the more insane!
But Alice had been different. The reason hatred and madness had not completely consumed her after she advanced to Death Omen was that, at that crucial moment, he had given her what she wanted most, turning her hatred into an obsession with family.
He had made himself her family.
But things were different now. If Lady Blood Cloak really completed her advancement amid this blazing hatred, malice would probably devour her reason completely, turning her into a hideous, frenzied demon.
"Let's go inside and look!"
Lynn raised his head, no longer hesitating.
He leaped up onto the steps and strode into the sinister little building.
But