The Eternal Fire was not a divine artifact meant to directly unleash destructive power, but an auxiliary treasure containing profound mysteries and a compassionate radiance.
Its glow was gentle and warm, as though it could pierce through the mist of the soul and grant all things a second chance at life.
To use it, one only needed to softly recite an ancient incantation. The flames would answer the summoner's will and reveal their power of resurrection. Whether person or object, all could possibly be reborn beneath its light.
Hela, the cold Queen who had once ruled the realm of death, had used only an insignificant trace of the Eternal Fire's energy to miraculously resurrect an entire massive undead army, along with the legendary giant wolf Fenrir.
This flame had burned eternally since the dawn of creation, as though connected to the deepest source of energy in the universe, never to be exhausted.
Its existence was a gentle challenge to the laws of time and space, proving that in the endless universe, there were always powers that surpassed conventional understanding.
It was this inexhaustible energy that powered another fearsome masterpiece—the Destroyer Armor—turning it into a tireless war machine capable of moving forever.
Deep within the base, Chang Wei let out a soft sigh, a complicated look appearing in his eyes.
"It seems that all those setbacks really made Tony mature. He's actually learned to avoid risks and no longer wants to get himself into trouble so easily."
He secretly mused that he had originally been looking forward to seeing Tony's bedraggled state after another setback. Now, it seemed that pleasure would have to be put aside for the time being.
Perhaps it was also related to the formidable strength Chang Wei himself had displayed. It had given Tony an unprecedented sense