The hunger in his mind tugged at his nerves, drawing him toward the entrance, and Lucian looked up in the direction of that pull.
A silver-gray metal construct standing a full three meters tall stood silently on a basalt pedestal by the entrance.
Layers upon layers of ring-shaped metal plates covered the armor's surface, without even a single visible seam.
The Destroyer Armor.
Destroyer Armor
Lucian's gaze lingered on its chest for two seconds.
Back in that small town in New Mexico on Earth, Thor should have smashed this thing to pieces with his hammer once. Now, though, it looked completely repaired.
But the hunger coming from the system was not directed at this empty shell.
Lucian looked past the Destroyer's broad metal shoulders toward the middle-level hall behind it.
More than a dozen Uru Steel pedestals of varying heights stood in a fan-shaped arrangement, and every item displayed on them radiated astonishingly powerful energy fluctuations.
He certainly lived up to his name as the biggest bandit chief in the Nine Realms.
Lucian muttered inwardly. Any single piece of the wealth accumulated over all these years would be enough to make those ambitious schemers in the Nine Realms fight tooth and nail.
"Young man of Midgard, your senses seem quite keen."
Odin walked over to the Destroyer Armor with his hands behind his back. Without offering a single word to promote his own armor, he merely raised his right hand and pointed to the first platform on the left.
On it sat an ancient-looking golden brazier, with a dark red flame burning quietly inside.
There was no wood or oil; the flame simply danced in thin air. The moment Lucian looked at it, the system in his mind immediately sent out a series of greedy tugs.
"The Eternal Flame."
Eternal