Before Grey Owl became the leader of the Legion, there was another.
Wolf King.
A ruthless figure clad in regal Egyptian attire, a wolf mask covering his face. Tall, muscular, and feared beyond reason, he commanded the Legion with absolute authority. They said he once killed ninety-seven men with his bare hands—and walked away without a scratch.
He wielded twin sickles, moving with a precision that made death look effortless.
He was taught one thing:
To be invincible.
Until M.A.R.K.
It was a Monday afternoon.
Wolf King stood in the training grounds, watching a young girl move. She was nineteen—quick, sharp, still learning.
"Again," he said.
She lunged. He deflected. She adjusted. He nodded.
"Better."
He had named her Grey Owl.
Before she could respond, something crashed into the ground behind them.
Dust rose.
A figure emerged.
Metal. Cold. Incomplete.
A face that wasn't fully human.
"M.A.R.K…" it said, its voice glitching. "Made Assassin Ready to Kill."
It turned its head toward Wolf King.
"You have killed a scientist dear to us. By night… you will die. Or become a test subject."
A pause.
"I will return."
It lifted off—jerking slightly as it disappeared into the sky.
Silence followed.
Grey Owl looked at him. "Won't that be a problem? Our hideout was just found… by a robot."
Wolf King laughed.
"Relax," he said. "It's just some secret organization's scientist I was paid to kill. Nothing new."
She didn't look convinced.
"They're machines," he continued, stepping closer. "No emotions."
He tapped his chest.
"We only have one."
A faint grin.
"The love of death."
He turned away.
"Now… let's continue."
Night fell.
It came back.
M.A.R.K descended from the sky, landing with force.
"Have you chosen your fate?" it asked.
Wolf King didn't answer.
He drew his sickles.
"Only death decides that."
He moved first.
Fast.
He leapt, aiming straight for its head—
—but M.A.R.K caught him mid-air and threw him like nothing.
Wolf King landed on his feet.
Ran again.
Jumped—
The machine dodged.
A finger pointed.
A red beam fired.
Wolf King crossed his sickles to block—
The force pushed him back, the blast grazing his waist.
He gritted his teeth and charged again.
M.A.R.K scanned him.
Moved.
Too fast.
It appeared in front of him, disarmed him, and struck—
A punch to the face.
His mask cracked.
Another to the stomach.
Air left his lungs.
Blood touched his lips.
Inside a large chamber, Grey Owl stood with the rest of the Legion.
Watching.
Wolf King's orders echoed in her head:
No one leaves.
Anyone who tries… dies.
Her fists clenched.
Back outside—
Blow after blow landed on Wolf King.
Every part of his body took damage.
Then—
He caught the final strike.
His hand gripped the machine's fist.
And he punched back.
Once.
Twice.
Again.
His hand split open, blood dripping—but he didn't stop.
M.A.R.K tried to scan him—
—but couldn't.
He was too close.
Too relentless.
Wolf King smashed its eye.
Raised his fist for the final blow—
M.A.R.K shot into the sky.
Gone.
Wolf King stood there, breathing heavily.
Then he turned.
Walked back to his throne.
Sat—
And saw her.
Grey Owl.
Outside.
Disobeying.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I came to help," she said. "But… I knew you could handle it."
He stared at her—
Then laughed.
"I am stronger than an android!"
The sky split open.
M.A.R.K came down again—
—and obliterated the throne.
The explosion shook everything.
Dust filled the air.
When it cleared—
Wolf King stood.
Grey Owl in his arms.
Alive.
"Stay hidden," he told her.
Then he stepped forward.
"You don't learn, do you?" he said. "I guess this will be our last match."
A pause.
"May the best one win."
He ran.
Leapt.
Kicked the machine's neck—
It hit the ground—
—and stood still.
"Upgrading… upgrading… upgrading…"
Wolf King saw his chance.
He jumped—
M.A.R.K moved instantly.
A kick to his stomach.
He crashed hard, coughing blood.
Still—
He stood.
Smiled.
"You're faster now," he said. "I see why you upgraded."
He wiped his mouth.
"This will be tough… but let's fight."
They clashed.
Punch after punch.
Faster.
Harder.
The air around them heated from impact.
Metal strained.
Bone cracked.
Their hands collided again and again—so fast it looked like they were locked together.
But Wolf King was losing.
His hands were breaking.
So he changed.
Kicks.
Flips.
Bicycle strikes.
Relentless.
M.A.R.K took damage—
—but not enough.
It caught his leg.
Snapped it.
A punch.
He dropped.
Thrown again.
Still—
He stood.
Bleeding.
Smiling.
He fought on one leg.
Slower now.
The machine upgraded again.
Ribs broke.
He dropped—
Stood again.
Then it ended.
M.A.R.K picked up his sickles.
And began.
Slowly.
Cutting.
His hands.
Piece by piece.
Up to his shoulders.
Wolf King didn't scream.
He closed his eyes.
Memories surfaced.
War.
Loss.
His family.
Gone.
The Legion.
All he had left.
A faint smile crossed his face.
"I deserve this," he whispered.
The blade rose—
Grey Owl moved.
She burst from hiding—
Her axe crashed into the machine's arm—
Breaking it.
Wolf King, kneeling in blood, watched.
She fought.
Fast.
Precise.
Every strike counted.
She dodged everything.
Landed everything.
Piece by piece—
She destroyed it.
Then—
Split it in half.
Silence.
Wolf King laughed weakly.
"You've done well… young lad," he said. "You deserve the world for this."
She rushed to him.
But it was too late.
He died there.
In her arms.
She screamed.
The sound tore through the night.
Then—
More came.
Machines.
Like M.A.R.K.
She destroyed them.
One after another.
But they kept coming.
Endless.
The Legion had no choice.
They ran.
Two years later—
Grey Owl became leader.
She carried his legacy.
His war.
His way.
Present day—
A new threat had arrived.
Red eyes.
Silent.
Watching.
Virus had found the Legion.