In reality, Amalia was sensing the sorrow transmitted by these planets.
They were not willingly heading toward destruction—much like a human who, though only fifty years old, appeared as frail as someone over two hundred, on the brink of death.
These planets were like aged beings whose bodies had been ravaged beyond repair.
Even though they hadn't yet reached their natural end, they were forcibly brought to destruction by circumstances akin to disease or catastrophe.
Many planets had a consciousness of their own.
They did not wish for their demise.
However, humans couldn't perceive the sorrow of these planets.
Amalia's powerful soul, coupled with the thriving vitality of her small world, made her susceptible to the grief emanating from these celestial bodies.
"Where is this planet Noctis you mentioned?" Amalia asked as she suppressed the flood of sorrowful emotions before they could overtake her.
