The Army… is not merely a force; it is the system itself.
It is the iron fist of the Union of Nations, its banner unfurling over every inch of this world, embodying authority, discipline, and absolute control.
But… not everyone bowed before that banner.
In the shadows, in the depths of ancient wounds, they were born… the Revolutionaries.
Those who refused to kneel, rebelled against the system, and vowed to ignite a fire that would never die.
Mihon… was no ordinary boy, but a spark within the storm.
One of those who chose the path of pain and blood.
Will he be able to raise his own banner against the world?
Can he plant his emblem amid the advancing armies and the Union’s sleepless eyes?
Or will the system, in all its severity, shatter his dream before it is born?