From the hand missing fingers clutching the Magic Wand of Flesh and blood, it was clear she was the Saintess of the evil cult hidden among them.
Just now, she and the Deacon had driven those Heretics to this place for the soldiers to kill.
Only when the time was right did she act, using death and Flesh as sacrifices to summon the power of the Void.
The high walls of brick and stone were easily destroyed, further fueling the desire for Ascension among the believers, including herself.
Humans are indeed too fragile... Birth, aging, sickness, and death constantly threaten humanity, not to mention these powerful forces. Only Ascension is the future of humankind.
Performing Sorcery of that magnitude, even with sacrifices to bear some of the burden, had significantly affected her. Her power felt drained, leaving her temporarily unable to cast spells.
But when lambs lose their pen, they are no match for a pack of wolves, let alone when a tiger is hidden among the pack.
