He wanted it, but safety had to be ensured first.
"Carl!"
Just then, Susan's voice came from up ahead. "Come take a look, what we've found."
...
This was supposed to be the boudoir of Cherry, the Island Master of Flame Island.
The high ceiling, made of delicate wood beams and stucco ornaments, allowed sunlight to seep through stained glass, casting mottled shadows that danced on the smooth marble floor.
Various weapons hung on the surrounding walls, their blades exposed, emanating a fierce and deadly aura.
In one corner of the living area was an exquisitely crafted vanity, its cosmetics and jewelry now covered with a layer of dust.
"Cherry used to love dressing up. For her to abandon her vanity table, her mind must have been clearly distorted by the Evil God," Conni said, shaking his head and looking at a meteorite on the bed. "Is this it?"
"Yes." Poseidon Hawke tapped the meteorite with his trident. "It's broken?"
