"Back then, I was around your age, in my twenties, still young. Even though so many years have passed, I still can't forget it."
Old Mac lifted his head, gazing at the sky as memories surfaced in his eyes.
"When my father and I entered the mine to gather forging materials, the Shadows of the Past suddenly appeared. The storm they brought with them was so fierce that it turned the sky a dim yellow, obscuring the sun with wind and sand.
The storm forced my father and me to stay in the mine pit. My father, trying to find a way out, left me alone in the pit and ventured out on his own. It was then that I saw the Shadows of the Past."
Old Mac let out a long sigh. It was clear from his expression that this was a haunting memory.
