Not far from Barrow star, on a "Steel Fortress"
Harlim was leisurely walking in his palace. As the master of this planet and the convener of this meeting, being late was his privilege.
Strolling within the palace, the area within sight was a world of metal and machinery, unmanned machines busily working in silence, with the noise of machinery operating incessantly.
To others, the environment of this palace might be too monotonous and harsh, but to him, to a Mechanical Master, this was the most beautiful scenery and the most pleasant melody.
Amidst the mechanical roar, each represented the assembly of one mechanical unit in his hand, and the wandering unmanned machines represented the resources in his hand transforming into real accumulation.
Transforming into his loyal mechanical units quietly waiting for his command in some corner of the palace.
