El was 80 years old this year.
Since he could remember, he often heard his grandfather talk about the once-glorious history of their race.
Once, they owned the world's largest empire.
Once, they established the world's most splendid civilization.
However, after that disaster, the people fell in ranks, bore curses, and gradually declined.
*He could not imagine how prosperous the tribe had been a thousand years ago; to him, such a flourishing era seemed like a mythical legend.*
*In his memory, the days were always about hiding and wandering...*
However, his grandfather believed everything would get better.
"El, remember, we are the great Silver Race. Our current decline is only temporary. Once the Mother Goddess returns, our era will come again."
His grandfather often said this.
El had once asked his grandfather, who was the Mother Goddess?
