In the ancient Collection Room, a Golden Gauntlet stood at the very center.
There was a small socket in the center of the back of the hand, as well as at the ends of each of the five fingers.
It seemed to be waiting for its master.
Leo looked at the enormous gauntlet before him. It was far larger than an ordinary person's hand, yet still somewhat too small for the enormous Dwarves.
Even after being sealed away for thousands of years, it still shone with Golden light. There wasn't a speck of dust on it, and it looked as good as new.
But upon closer inspection, one could still sense a trace of ancient aura emanating from it.
Too much time had passed—more than fifteen hundred years. This Infinity Gauntlet had remained here all this time without moving in the slightest.
Eitri simply stood calmly to one side, watching the little man before him silently gaze at the Infinity Gauntlet.
There were also many strange weapons around them, all placed on weapon racks.
Among them, Leo could even see a replica of Mjolnir. However, he merely swept his gaze over them. None of these weapons could truly be considered divine weapons; at most, they were high-quality weapons.
Of course, that was only from Leo's perspective.
To the other warriors in the universe, every weapon here was a rare Divine Weapon.
That said, pure warriors had become increasingly rare throughout the universe. With the development of technology, those who could use guns no longer bothered with blades.
Thus, the warriors who yearned for Nidavellir were all powerful members of the rarest Warrior Tribes in the universe.
As their physical fitness grew stronger, the advantages of cold weapons would also become increasingly apparent. Combined with powerful weapons like those forged in