When Durin arrived at the scene, the machine had already sunk into the swamp crafted by the mages—Fossil to Mud Spell was always the biggest enemy of those without brains.
However, Eleven swiftly infiltrated the malfunctioning machine and confirmed that it was likely just an issue with the hostile system—actually, the device was fine; the refuge only permitted humans to enter.
Old Era humans, to be precise, meaning all 'little animals,' 'pets,' and 'artificial humans' were barred.
At that time, almost no one present was human, so the machine simply drove away those clueless non-humans.
What about me?
Out of curiosity, Durin asked Eleven.
"You're fine, as Fantasy Races, being the administrative species below humans, there's no issue for you entering the refuge,"
Eleven responded in this manner.
