Prologue

Her name has been erased from the world. At one point in a time when there were no monarchies and bloody rulers, Hunterrina was resolutely dominant as the red-haired goddess of battle, wielding nimble silver swords that were too heavy for anyone to lift. Her enemies labeled her as a curse. Her people labeled her a rescuer.But centuries turned into millennia. Civilizations crumbled. Empires rose and fell. And Hunterrina endured. Immortal. Unbroken. Always watching. Her past was shed like armor with every passing decade, as she assumed new identities and phantom status throughout history. Her veins remained unceasing.' The sword she carried was a reminder of buried life, and it did not reach her. Today, she's Captain Rina Hunter. A name like any other. A uniform like the rest. The same echoes of the battlefield still resonate with her. The roar of gunfire. The precision of orders. The weight of leadership. Here, she excels in the midst of soldiers who perceive her as just another competent woman. Their knowledge is lacking on how her bones have managed ancient conflicts. The ground below their boots may be remembered for centuries by them, but they are unaware of it. That's the way she desires it. It is a curse that her power like her would be revealed.But peace is fleeting. A new threat rises, Sybil. A female who uses serum as a means to manipulate the city. Captain Hunter is directed to lower her without her powers but as a soldier. A human. Hunterrina smiles. Sybil doesn't know what's coming. A warrior who underwent five thousand years of battle, despite being weak, was forged... Is still a warrior.