Picking and choosing along the way, Tony and the others soon reached the depths of the vault. Unlike the quiet Hela, the two men were like bandits sweeping through, taking a third of everything in the vault.
This was the wealth Asgard had accumulated over tens of millions of years. Now that a third of it had been taken in one go, the gods would surely have coughed up blood in fury if they found out.
After plundering so much, Tony had finally gathered all the materials he needed.
"Still haven't found what you're looking for?" Tony asked casually.
At his words, Hela's lips curled upward, and she pointed at a flame burning steadily in the depths of the vault.
"I have. That's what I came for."
Tony followed the direction of her finger and saw an orange-red flame burning steadily. It looked utterly ordinary.
"What is that?"
Tony was a little curious.
"The Eternal Flame. A flame that, according to legend, never goes out."
Loki, standing beside him, offered the explanation.
Understanding flashed in Tony's eyes at those words. Meanwhile, Hela had already stepped forward and collected the Eternal Flame. She needed it to unseal her Undead Army.
With both sides having obtained what they needed, they lingered no longer and turned to leave the Asgard Vault.
At the entrance to the Asgard Vault, Hela looked at Tony and invited him. "Would you like to join me in witnessing my army's revival?"
"No, I still have something to take care of. Go ahead without me."
Tony refused outright.
Hela did not insist, merely reminding him, "Don't forget our agreement."
"No problem. When the time is right, I'll make my move."
Hela nodded at his answer and said nothing more. Her figure slipped straight into the void, vanishing from where