Spectre entered the mine.
Luckily, it was daytime and the light from outside penetrated through the entrance into the path that he trod.
Although it did not illuminate all the way in, it at least reached a reasonable extent.
Spectre was nervous.
He kept darting his eyes around and turning at the slightest sound or contact with anything no matter how harmless it may be or appear to be.
He wasn't going to be taking any risks inside a place that was called the Forgotten Mine.
To be fair, he couldn't afford to even do such a thing since he was not ready for the consequences of whatever extra thing he does.
As he went out of the range of the rays of light from outside the mine, Spectre was elated to find out that he was not going to be stranded in the dark.
He glanced up to the rocky, dust-showering roof of the mine and noticed stones shaped like lanterns that hung up there.
