As Hanse talked about various matters in the universe, they soon arrived at the Customs Office.
"Little Hanse, you're here. Are these two Cosmic Elites?"
"Your eye is indeed sharp Lady Sasha! this is Leo, and this is Noir, a Seeded talent," Hanse said, introducing them.
"Oh, what talented children! Come, follow me. I'll register your identities." Sasha said, motioning the two.
Feeling the unfathomable pressure, they nodded obediently, following her inside a dome-shaped building.
"Your names?"
"I'm Leo Vantrel."
"Noir."
She input their names into a spheroid floating machine dotted with runic language.
As metallic tokens emerged from the machine, Sasha clapped her hands.
"Done. These are your identification seals. When you're out in public in the Nova Capital, you must wear them at all times. Otherwise, the planetary defense weapons will disintegrate you into pieces."
Handing them the seals, Sasha explained that they could transform the metal into any accessory.
