Shalin, somewhere underground.
The Ninth Institute.
In a long corridor made entirely of metal, a warlock dressed in a deep black robe was patrolling.
You can see that every few dozen meters in the corridor, there's a heavy gray metal door, with a palm-sized high-strength transparent glass embedded more than a meter above the ground.
Through the glass, you can see inside the door are sturdy steel shelves lined with numerous creations resembling artillery shells. The creations are nearly as tall as a person, and their cold-colored shells are painted with yellow and black patterns that look like a gear, though the gear has only three teeth.
Beneath the pattern, there is a line of small text—Blanco Leshoulei.
This is not someone's name but an ancient language, translated into the common continental language, it means... Black Sun. In short, it's "Black Sun".
