With Wang Mian leading the way, Kraft arrived at the bottom of the building the Hand had been excavating.
Aside from Elektra and the other prisoners, the whole bunch of meddlesome superheroes had tagged along too.
"It's pitch-black down here. Couldn't you put in a few more lights? Is the Hand really that broke?"
Only a handful of small lamps illuminated the enormous excavation site. An ordinary person probably could have seen only two or three meters ahead. With his assorted powers bolstering him, Kraft's vision was unaffected, but he still wasn't fond of such gloomy surroundings.
So, as he complained, he tossed out several drones and lit the place up.
With proper lighting, Kraft didn't even have to go looking for the Dragon Bone. Not far from them stood an enormous, conspicuous stone door, covered in palm-sized characters.
"Is this... Tibetan?"
He didn't even need to activate his smart glasses' translation function. Tibetan was among the many languages Kraft had mastered in his dreams, so he could read the inscription with ease.
The inscription on the stone door roughly said that the Dragon Bone inside possessed immense power. To prevent anyone with ulterior motives from exploiting it, an Iron Fist of some unknown generation had sealed it here. Only someone acknowledged by K'un-Lun, possessing the power of the Iron Fist and a righteous heart, could open the seal.
Finally, that idiot Iron Fist had even left his signature dragon logo on the stone door, as though he were afraid those "people with ulterior motives" wouldn't understand Tibetan and wouldn't know where to find someone to open it.
Besides, Tibetan wasn't some language that was particularly hard to look up. Especially in this information age, translating it would be easy. That idiot Iron Fist had supposedly sealed away the Dragon