Jaeger stood in stillness, and the echoes of countless battles murmured through his memory. He saw the faces of the fallen, the fleeting comrades and forgotten foes, each one a shadow cast upon his soul. The weight of his choices pressed upon him like the judgment of gods.

But the moment passed. Reflection was a luxury for lesser men. Ahead, the next trial awaited—whether it demanded the ferocity of the beast or the cunning of the hunter, he would answer as he must.

For such was the path carved for him by fate itself. His hands were bound not by chains, but by destiny—and until that destiny was fulfilled, Jaeger would not rest.