Situated on a large island eighty kilometres from Tsloch Vitara was a research institute. The sea region around it was patrolled by dozens of ships, constantly keeping watch against a possible Nirclick invasion.
The entirety of the island had been converted into a research institute, segmented into various regions based on the field of research.
The most common topic of research here, at the moment, was in the creation of better Spirit Pools. Minerals with unique characteristics were shipped to the place and researched upon in hopes of turning it into a useful Spirit Pool.
GRAHHH!
In one of the rooms within an institute, the screams of a man resounded, in pain, but arrogant sounding. His eyes expressed hatred as he glared at the Cooter Clansmen before him, biting through the gag on his mouth, "Fucking trashes!"
