They called me a soldier once… now I’m just the shadow in green. When I hunt, there are no survivors. Only ash, screams, and silence.

Eyes are nothing but glass. I see in ways others cannot… and when I pull the trigger, not even distance will save you.

Calm, calculating, and sharp as a blade—Seoken Ogaro walks the battlefield with the wisdom of a veteran. To him, luck is an illusion; survival belongs to those who think, adapt, and strike without hesitation. The Wolf hunts with reason, not chance.

I’ve stood where men were meant to die… and yet I still breathe. Call me captain, call me beast—it makes no difference. On the battlefield, I am the wall that never falls.

Private Neoshin Raiken, reporting… though names don’t matter much in war. They call me the Bloodhound. I fight with discipline, I follow orders… but if the past comes crawling back, if I see that face again… the leash snaps. And when it does, I don’t stop until the battlefield runs red.

Long ago, Neyoken was a warrior — not a chosen one, not a god, just a man who stood in a battlefield where mortals had no right to exist. Surrounded by myths — gods, demons, titans, beasts — he should have perished like all others. But he didn’t. The myths feared him, for in his hand he carried a single wooden arrow that cut down powers thought eternal. They bound him in iron shackles forged from divine flame, cursed his body between life and death, and erased his name from every record. To the world, he never existed. Yet he endured. Neither alive nor dead, his soul became a paradox — a human shell carrying an inhuman force. He was sealed in a battlefield that never ends, forced to slaughter the endless hordes of demons and hell-wolves for eternity. And through countless ages, his legend twisted. Now, when the black sun rises and the sky burns red… the forgotten prisoner walks again. He is **Neyoken**, the one beyond cosmic, the slayer of myths, the judgment that even gods cannot escape.

I was never just a soldier… I was the blade that command pointed at the throats of their enemies. Squad 7 followed me into the fire, but loyalty is a weakness. In war, only demons survive—and I chose to become one.