As he ran, someone pushed open the door from the back entrance, "What's happened!"
"The Magic Carpet room!" Jiaxi answered while colliding headfirst with the door.
He saw the room was full of mist that resembled steam, but wasn't quite, his old friend was screaming and pointing at the magic carpet on the wall.
Jiaxi saw a mechanical arm retracting into the painting, and whispers began echoing in his mind.
· "Sorry, went the wrong way."
Went the wrong way? Jiaxi looked at the Magic Carpet, watched as the mechanical arm finally retracted, and saw the picture becoming clear once again, a towering... mechanical factory over a city's ruins?
For some reason, that term popped into Jiaxi's head.
After triple-checking that everything was alright, he walked over to his old friend—this middle-aged man had been his mentor when he first arrived and now a dear friend, both teacher and comrade, who looked quite frightened and asked Jiaxi with uncertainty, "Is it over?"
