Ragnarok

What a huge crown!

Zha Hamiao stared at it, baffled.

The crown was as thick as his waist. If he wanted to wear it, he would have to strap it around himself like a belt.

How could something this big belong to the Asgardians?

Then Zha Hamiao sensed a surge of pure fire elemental power, and his heart jolted.

Asgard prized martial prowess, but its people knew some positions could not be filled through strength alone. Zha Hamiao had earned his post as envoy to the Trading Station with his elemental sight.

He studied the crown and fixed his gaze on the conspicuous red gem.

The fire elemental energy he sensed was spilling from it.

Feeling the power the gem constantly gave off, Zha Hamiao swallowed.

This was definitely a treasure!

He could not identify its origins, but that would not stop him from putting it in Asgard's vault.

Two hours later, Zha Hamiao happily carried the Flame Crown into the palace.

"My honored king, look what treasure I found for you!"

Looking up at Loki, Zha Hamiao bowed respectfully and held the box out before him.

Loki looked up from the documents he was reviewing and glanced at the box in Zha Hamiao's hands.

"Oh? Did those people make something new again?"

"No. They found an ancient crown in that park of theirs."

"An ancient crown?"

Loki looked up in puzzlement. "Bring it here. Let me see."

Zha Hamiao hurried to Loki's side and slowly opened the box before him.

Before the crown was fully visible, scorching heat poured out of the box.

"Enough! Take it away!"

Loki covered his face and shoved the box aside.

"Uh, my king, what's wrong?"

The shove nearly sent Zha Hamiao sprawling.

Loki did not answer. He was a Frost Giant; naturally,