“No mother's heart can make me humble, no life lost can make me stumble. Our empire will never crumble.”

—Glory by Hollywood Undead—

Witold "Młot" Kowalski was once a proud soldier of the Polish Armed Forces, serving in GROM, Poland’s elite special forces unit. His service took him to some of the world's most dangerous battlefields counterterrorism operations in the Middle East, clandestine missions in Eastern Europe, and classified assignments that never made the news.

He believed in honor, duty, and protecting the innocent. But war has a way of taking more than it gives. He lost brothers-in-arms, men he considered family, and returned home to a Poland that had moved on without them. His sacrifices were buried under politics, and his fallen comrades became forgotten names on a fading memorial.

Disillusioned but unwilling to abandon his fight, Witold forged his own path. He became a soldier without a war but not without a cause defending those who couldn’t defend themselves, standing against corruption, and ensuring that no warrior’s name was ever lost to time. He carries his old GROM unit patch on his jacket, a silent tribute to the ones who never made it back.

Now, he’s not just a man he’s a symbol, a legend whispered in the shadows. The battle never ended for Witold, and as long as he breathes, he will stand.