*Clunk* *Clunk* *Clunk*
The sound of gears running echoed across the large hollow room.
Every few seconds, steam would be projected out into the room crashing against Gray's face as he progressed forward.
He was drenched in sweat and the sounds of his pants being overlapped by the creaking of the gears every few seconds.
Gray had finally made it in, he was at the lowest floor of the ship. The management floor.
Currently he stood at the most important part of the ship, the part which kept everything together and balanced.
At the middle of the room, a glowing orb radiated a pale green light.
That was the core of the ship.
It was encased in a spherical barrier-like forcefield with weird symbols engraved on to it.
It was most likely adjusted in a way to set off an alarm while also preventing anyone from getting close to it hence why Gray had avoided it for the time being.