Azer had always known Claudia's wish.
It was a deeply tragic wish.
Azer glanced at Pandora in Claudia's arms.
Claudia's tragic wish existed because of that thing.
Outsiders had no idea that Claudia, who always wore a poised, mature smile, had long since stood on the brink of ruin.
She had possessed Pandora for over a thousand days and nights. Tormented by nightmares every night and tortured by the pain of death each night, Claudia had long lost the desire to keep living.
This did not mean Claudia had suffered a mental breakdown and wanted to die because she could no longer endure the pain or despair.
If that were all, she only needed to give up Pandora and cast aside this dangerous Pure Star Radiant Armament. Then she would no longer suffer, and there would be no reason to seek death.
Yet Claudia had not abandoned Pandora. She still insisted on using it. One could not help but admire her willpower and strength, but at the same time, certain problems had inevitably arisen.
After experiencing death so many times, the thing people found hardest to accept and most terrifying had become something Claudia saw through.
She gradually came to realize that no matter who it was, as long as they were human, they could not escape death in the end.
No matter how happy one's life was or how much wealth one possessed, when the day of death came, everything would turn to nothing.
Thus, she began to believe that rather than care about how to live, it would be better to think about how to die.
Having developed such thoughts, Claudia eventually reached a conclusion.
She wanted to die for others.
In Claudia's own eyes, that was the most meaningful way to die.
As it happened, among the