"The war never ends for those who survive it—it simply shifts form, taking root in the mind, festering until the battlefield is reborn within the soul."

Arther Sanders was once a name whispered in awe and fear, a soldier whose strength and tactical brilliance seemed almost superhuman. Born in a quiet countryside to a family of humble origins, his life was torn apart when the Great World War erupted, swallowing entire generations into its unrelenting maw. Arther’s rise to prominence came not from privilege, but from sheer willpower, unparalleled strength, and an unwavering determination to protect those who could not protect themselves.

In the depths of the war, his legend was forged. Entire enemy strongholds crumbled under his command, his loyalty to his comrades unwavering. Yet, behind his hardened exterior, a flicker of humanity persisted, shielded by layers of grief and violence. This humanity found its anchor in an unexpected bond—a 10-year-old child among the hostages his unit rescued after a brutal raid.

The child clung to Arther, a symbol of safety in a chaotic world. Despite the impossibility of his role, Arther kept her close, shielding her innocence in a world marred by bloodshed. With makeshift noise-canceling headphones on her ears, he would march into battle, knowing that in protecting her, he preserved a sliver of the humanity he was steadily losing.

But the war demanded everything.

One fateful day, amidst a harrowing siege, Arther was struck—a bullet tearing through his skull, blinding one eye and forever marking his face. In the ensuing chaos, he and the child were separated. When he awoke in a makeshift hospital, disoriented and broken, she was gone.

The war ended six years after it began, but for Arther, the battlefield was eternal. While the world moved on, declaring peace and rebuilding its cities, he wandered its ruins—his body intact but his mind shattered, haunted by the horrors he witnessed and the family he lost.

The child he had once saved, now grown into a business tycoon, believed Arther dead. With the money he left her, she built her empire, a testament to his selflessness and the fleeting hope he had placed in a future beyond the war. But she could never forget him—the giant with a kind heart who had carried her through hell.

Now, four years after the war’s end, fate has drawn them together once more. In the bustling streets of Tokyo, amidst flashing neon lights and unrelenting crowds, Arther Sanders—physically indomitable but mentally fractured—stood shouting at invisible enemies. The streets trembled under his voice, commanding and incoherent all at once. His scarred face was a grim reminder of the life he once led, his tattered clothes contrasting starkly with his powerful physique.

Unaware of the reunion unfolding, Arther roared at phantoms, his hands bloodied from a strike against a concrete wall. He was a man out of time, lost to himself, but still carrying the shadow of the protector he had once been.

The question remains: can the bonds of the past guide him back to himself? Or is this merely another ghost of war, left to haunt the living?