Breath of Ruins

The ghost train has been running through the wasteland for three hundred years without ever stopping. Those who go down are no longer themselves. Trok brought back a complete supernatural spirit from the car. As the next recognized legend in the wasteland, he knows better than anyone else: the last alien spirit, which was so damaged that only the mist remained, destroyed a tribe of two hundred people without any effort. But he wanted to take it back to the city and present it to the queen. People who knew him well called him crazy. He only answered with one sentence: "I'm afraid of missing out." No one knew that this man, who acted like a precision gear, lost everything deep in the deserted valley seven years ago. It wasn't until the sound of water came from the package, and until an iron plate engraved with the code of the king of the old era appeared out of thin air, that he understood—— This time, he was risking more than just his life. But the rules of the entire wasteland. "Aberration is not a weapon. It is a vessel." And that old door sealed deep in the barren valley is his true destination.