"I thought it was something else. Don't worry, even thirty won't be a problem!" Mac laughed heartily, slinging Exiled Immortal over his shoulder.
He and John stepped into the elevator, and as it slowly ascended, old Mac finally withdrew his gaze from the depths of the massive pit, exhaling deeply.
"It's over, finally over..."
"Mac, I actually have some thoughts about Shadows of the Past."
Recalling the item description of Shadows of the Past, John turned to old Mac and asked, puzzled, "Mac, from whom did you hear the name Shadows of the Past?"
"It was from my father. Is there a problem?"
"I just find it a bit strange. Mac, could it be that you see Shadows of the Past more often than others because you're fixated on it, so you notice its presence more frequently? But why? What does Shadows of the Past mean to you that it haunts you so much, making you willing to take such great risks?"
"That's... another story."
