Orphaned and adrift, Elarion was taken in by the Seekers, an enigmatic order dedicated to unraveling the Elderglow's secrets. Under their tutelage in hidden enclaves, he learned the old dialects, the art of relic manipulation, and the perils of Aetheric use. He rose quickly through their ranks, becoming a Relic Warden, tasked with safeguarding artifacts from those who would misuse them. His robe, woven from threads harvested from the Verdant Expanse's enchanted looms, was no mere garment; it was a relic itself, inscribed with wards that amplified his innate powers and shielded him from the ruins' corrupting influences.
Yet, ambition and doubt fractured his path. During an expedition into the Spire of Lyrath—one of the most formidable ruins, a towering monolith piercing the clouds—Elarion uncovered a forbidden relic. Deep within its core, Amid chambers alive with swirling Aetheric mists, he uncovered the Kainos Mirror, a crystalline artifact buried for decades by its former owner, a high priest of the Elderglow who had sealed it away in a tomb to prevent its power from triggering another cataclysm. The mirror gleamed with an otherworldly light, its surface reflecting not just his image but infinite possibilities. Legend whispered it could replicate anything—or anyone—it gazed upon, a power so immense it ranked among the apex of apocalypse-grade relics, capable of unmaking worlds if misused.
The discovery ignited a firestorm. His fellow Seekers, sensing the mirror's potential, turned on each other in a frenzied grab for dominance. What began as a scholarly mission devolved into a battle royale within the Spire's echoing halls. Aetheric blasts shattered stone, relics clashed with deadly precision, and alliances fractured as greed took hold. Elarion, caught in the chaos, fought not for the mirror but for survival. His wards flared, his mana surged, and with each fallen comrade, the weight of their betrayal etched deeper into his soul. When the dust settled, he stood alone amid the carnage, the Kainos Mirror clutched in his trembling hands, its surface now reflecting only his scarred, haunted visage.
The Seekers' leadership branded him a traitor, claiming he had orchestrated the massacre to hoard the relic. Exiled and hunted, Elarion fled with the mirror embedded into his robe's clasp, its power merging with the Echo Stone's resonance. The mirror's ability to replicate—be it weapons, spells, or even allies—promised salvation or destruction, but its presence drew the Elysium and Netherkin alike. In the Bloody stag tavern, as the system's transmigrator gift of Ex Infinite Mana awakened, the mirror pulsed in sync, hinting at a new synergy: infinite mana to fuel infinite replication.
And so Elarion got clarity of his situation. Pondering over the memories he received from his predecessor, he truthfully felt awed both at the sheer grit and absurd luck he had to survive that battle royale. While he was not average, the seekers who fought with him then could also be considered as elite even among relic bearers. And yet he had survived, and taken possession of the Relic now sought by not just the seekers, but Elysium, Arcanum of Truth and basically all who sought possession of this world ending artifact. And this was now his own burden to bear.