The door leading to the "main control room" opened. Amber herself was utterly baffled, and even Gawain, the "Satellite Spirit," had no idea how this had happened—he certainly did not believe that this Half-elf's "slap-it-until-it-works repair method" had actually fixed the ancient access system. After thinking it over, he could only temporarily chalk it up to coincidence—though he did not believe it was a coincidence in the slightest.
"It's such an old thing, after all. More than a million years old. Something inside must have gone wrong ages ago... Wait, do you hear something coming from in there?"
Amber muttered to herself nearby, but Gawain had already stepped past her and headed through the doorway.
The moment he crossed the threshold, countless flashing red lights filled Gawain's vision, and his heart instantly leaped into his throat—then he saw the scene inside the "main control room."
It was an enormous fan-shaped hall. A great number of consoles that looked like control equipment, along with ancient devices whose purposes were completely unrecognizable, had been installed throughout its sectors. Under the red light flooding the entire room, countless Holographic Projections floated above the various devices. At this moment, nearly every interface flashed with glaring red light and constantly shifting garbled symbols and charts. Black-and-red stains covered the hall's originally silver-white floors and walls, with pits and hollows left behind by intense corrosion visible between them. The horrifying sight looked as though some colossal creature dripping deadly venom had once prowled through this hall, leaving countless marks wherever its poisonous limbs touched.
Unceasing alarms filled the hall, their urgent blaring enough to set anyone on edge—this was the sound Amber had heard only seconds earlier.
"I don't think this is good..." Amber followed him into the main control room, her eyes widening at the