The Battle Angels were not amateurs when it came to mental attacks.
Throughout their lives, they had faced countless enemies who wielded psychic abilities—mind readers, dream walkers, puppeteers who could hijack a person's will and turn allies into enemies.
They had developed defenses against such attacks, walls of mental fortitude that had withstood the assault of beings whose entire existence revolved around dominating the minds of others.
But they had never raised those defenses against Charlotte.
How could they? She was their daughter. Their niece. Their beloved little girl.
The thought of treating her as a threat was so absurd that it never even crossed their minds.
And even if some small part of them had wondered whether Charlotte's blessing might be affecting them—it was already too late.
The influence had been working on them for years before her power ever awakened.
