It seemed to be made from a metal that was neither gold nor bronze and had many tiny etchings carved into it which seemed to form a vague eye at the center.
Everyone stared at it, curious but confused because it seemed nothing more than an ordinary piece of metal with a fading etching pattern.
Different from them, the moment Max saw it, his pupils constricted into pinholes because at that moment, he felt a strange sensation wash over him—his blood began to heat up with desire to possess it.
Fortunately, this sensation only lasted for a brief moment otherwise he really would have reached out for it.
"Did you feel something?" Robert asked, his murky but wise eyes staring at him with some excitement flickering within them.
Max looked at him for a moment in contemplation before he slowly nodded in confirmation.
Immediately, Robert's shoulders relaxed and he nodded twice, "Good, Good."
"What is it?" Max asked while looking at the plaque.
