Tony's pride, and the source of his life force—a core device capable of providing him with endless energy and powering his Iron Man suit.
"Tony, you truly are a genius."
As he operated the equipment, Obadiah praised him. "You created the most powerful weapons in history. This miniature Ark Reactor and your astonishing Power Armor are both a symphony of destiny you composed. They changed the world and made you a hero."
A flicker of despair passed through Tony's eyes.
He could feel his life force gradually draining away as the reactor was removed, like a battery about to run dry, awaiting the final descent into darkness.
"But Tony, do you know? Every hero has a time to leave the stage."
Obadiah's voice became low and solemn. "Now, your mission is complete. You no longer need to worry about this world, nor concern yourself with those threats and dangers. Rest assured, after you die, the world will remember your contributions. They will remember Tony, remember everything you did for this world."
Obadiah held the miniature Arc Reactor steadily in his hand. Beneath his palm, it seemed like a beating heart, glowing with a soft blue light.
Light spilled down from the ceiling, making the tiny device look like the brightest star in the universe.
There was pride in Obadiah's eyes, along with an indescribably complicated emotion.
This was not merely an energy device. It was the key to opening the door to a New Era.
He gently rotated the reactor. No detail escaped his eyes: its precise structure, its perfect balance, every part of it displayed Tony's genius.
A cold smile curled at the corner of Obadiah's mouth, a smile woven from desire for power and victory.
"Do you see it? The greatest invention of this century—the miniature Arc Reactor!"