“The soil trembles not from artillery… but from his footsteps.”
️️ Trench Zealot of the Black Sons of Loyola ️️
He charges through barbed wire and bile with shotgun in hand and scripture on his shield.
This is no mere soldier—he is a walking hymn of retribution.
The holy sigils etched into his armor are not decorative—they are wounds carved in prayer, sanctified by fire and repeated in blood.
Behind that iron mask, there is no face left—only devotion.
The IHS shield glows not from light… but from the names of heretics etched into its surface.
He is the Last Word. The Final Psalm. The Zealot of the Trenches.
