In a war-torn land where thunder is born from trench lines and loyalty is buried beneath the mud, Ragnar is no hero. No medals hang from his chest, no songs are sung in his name. He is a nameless drifter armed with nothing but a vow—whispered at his mother’s deathbed and carved into his soul like a wound that won’t close.
Her final words were fragmented, veiled in riddles and sorrow, but they left him with a fire that won’t die. When his own bloodline mocks her grave and desecrates her memory, Ragnar walks away from kin and comfort. He walks into the storm—into the scream of shells, the silence of the dead, and the thousand-yard stares of soldiers who’ve seen too much.
Among the ranks of broken men and splintered dreams, Ragnar finds his estranged brothers—torn apart by past sins, now fighting side by side. Every battle chips away at who they once were, reforging them in pain and grit. But Ragnar’s path is not just one of bullets and bayonets. Something deeper stirs beneath the surface of this endless war. Something old. Something watching.
The vow he carries may be more than a promise—it may be a key. To victory. To ruin. To something that was never meant to be unearthed.
As secrets surface and enemies tighten their grip, Ragnar must decide: What did his mother see in him? Is he merely surviving, or is he becoming the man his mother wanted him to be? And if so… what will he have to lose to find out?