Ruin hunters are people who delve into the deeps, people who explore forbidden magic and ancient artifacts that had been left behind after the great calamity over 900 years ago.
The strange phenomenon caused the world of Elvendoria as we know it to change and grow along side us, creating domains out of thin air that would be deemed as hazardous to villagers.
My whole life I wanted to be like a certain Ruin hunter, the one who saved everyone from the Calamity all those years ago, Gerard. A hero who pointed his swords to the heavens as he finally faced off against the demon king.
"'My body may be battered and broken! It may be filled with scars from battle, but I wear them with pride knowing that no matter what happens I'll never have a scar on my back! For I always face my foes!"
His words of bravery echoed into the future, and a young elf took the mantles of his soul and his courage, a kid that would sprint head first into the future, shouting his god given name to the heavens as soon to be known, Kaluar, the tinkerer of legends.
This is my story, on how I became a Ruin hunter.
