“Let me bear that weight.”

Hearing that, Leon abruptly raised his head and looked at Claudia. “Senior, you…”

Claudia bent down, picked up the broken artificial Magic Eye from the ground, examined it in her hand, then said:

“This thing’s structure is very precise, and the runes built into it are extremely complex. It isn’t something that can be repaired on the spot just like that. But…”

As she spoke, Claudia casually set the Magic Eye down. Her gaze met Leon’s, her expression gentle, her tone calm.

“I have a way to temporarily replace this thing and become a temporary vessel for these souls.”

In the magical system of the continent of Samael, “souls” were exceedingly fragile things.