Casca Longinus, cursed by Christ on Golgotha. Condemned to outlive the ages, and wander the globe a constant soldier. Forever fighting, surviving and waiting for Him to return.
It was the last gasp of Europe's royal families. World War I began with the assassination of an obscure archduke. But before it ended, most of Europe would turn into a corpse-littered battleground.
It was mankind's first modern war. Thousands would die in the hail of machine gun fire, by the burning agony of mustard gas, and on the blood-soaked steel of a bayonet. There was no honor in the rat-infested trenches or heroism for the dead who hung rotting on the barbed wire gates to no man's land. And for Casca, the Eternal Mercenary, there was only the horror of a new kind of war and a bitter envy for the dead.