Ghost Lake City, Base No. 2.
In the bright workshop, Sunan stood at the workbench, carefully completing the final stroke of the pattern. The special liquid composed of gemstone and metal in his hand was also fully consumed.
On the smooth metal surface, intricate and mysterious patterns intertwined, shining brightly under the light, exuding a strange charm.
"Finished!"
Sunan smiled slightly and waved his hand. The patterns in front of him suddenly rose from the table and floated, quickly condensing into a round metal ball the size of an egg, landing in his palm.
After examining it for a few moments, Sunan walked to the shelf in the corner, where hundreds of metal balls were already placed, distinctly divided into three piles.
Sunan placed the metal ball on the left-most pile, where the quantity was the least.
