"Pandora? Daughter, are you all right?" I shake Pandora's body—she's acting strange. We were just talking about optimizing the process so she could produce even more children.
It's been over thirty thousand years since I obtained her. I've had many children, gained a good deal of levels and strength. The two of us have lived happily while I've had more and more children with her in every way possible.
But now, while I was giving her a magic lesson because of a question she asked, she turned odd. She started screaming and complaining about a headache, thrashing on the ground.
And suddenly, her power surged—a strange surge—and now she's staring at me with an empty look. I take a few steps back.
"Pandor—" Before I can finish speaking, she grows so hot in a single millisecond that my hands are carbonized into ash.
