Explore the Beyond with SURREALS
Subtle Universe of the Radiant Realm, Enlightening All Life's Struggles. A long-form IP under Neko Punch Studio — not shipping, always in motion.
Welcome to SURREALS — a universe where myth and modern technology fold into each other, where forgotten runes and frontier engineering share the same sky.
For millennia the land of Eloria's Citadel — home to the Ancient Tongue peoples and the first civilizations — has faded into memory. Once radiant with living color, it stands today as ruin: the weight of a brilliant past without a living present.
In the modern age of Anteka City, 2032, life is not quiet. Beneath the routine runs an unending war against the dark currents spilling through the Black Gate. The city's task force chases the origin of the Invading creatures that leak through the portal, fighting to keep the homeland whole.
But what truly opened this gate? Classified experiments, labs buried behind layers of clearance, and the rise of those gifted with unnatural power — the Ascendants — are only a sliver of a contradiction-heavy, dramatically unresolved picture.
Thousands of years old — a threshold between worlds forged by higher beings to bind reality in peace. Over the ages it was seized, rewritten, corrupted. Energy and hostile forces from neighboring dimensions pour through it still, a constant potential hazard waiting on the other side.
Life in Anteka is a permanent state of readiness. The city's task force trains inside modernized facilities, not merely to defend but to unravel the origin of each Invading strain. Body, mind, drill — every day another rehearsed scenario against the thing that has not yet arrived.
A ruling faction harvests DNA — from operatives, from beyond-side creatures — pursuing the perfect soldier. Candidates compatible with Black Gate energy bloom into Ascendants. Those who are not compatible lose themselves piece by piece: pain, loss of control, eventual transformation.
Born of the Ancient Tongue line in a homeland already lost to the Invading. Carried as an infant by a mother fleeing the hunt, placed in the hands of a trusted stranger, raised to inherit a power the world had forgotten — the Faithkeeper was never an accident.
Anteka's front line against the Invading. Modern armament, hardened discipline, heavy emphasis on unit cohesion — the squad you meet first if anything crosses through the Gate.
Long-range specialist. Calm under pressure, precise to the millimeter, keeps the team's sightlines clean while the melee roles close the distance.
Close-quarters duelist. Reads an opponent in two exchanges and finishes them in the third. Lightest armor on the squad, highest tempo.
The wall. Holds the line while the rest of the squad reposition. Trained to take the first hit so the Gunslinger can take the last shot.
Demolitions and heavy ordnance. Opens doors, walls, and anything the Invading hides behind. Blunt tactical thinking paired with encyclopedic knowledge of weak points.
Leadership that plans, coordinates, and executes the operations that retake overrun territory. Strategic weight, decisive under load. Tap a portrait — the image holds the frame while the dossier unlocks from the left.
Ascendants — individuals whose supernatural power was granted by the Eternals or surfaced through contact with the Black Gate. Sworn to no flag; bound instead to the tenets of gods the world forgot. Two members on record, each carrying a unique signature and a distinct battlefield role.
Sworn before the Eternals. Team Nameless is not a unit — it is a name applied to a handful of Ascendants who were blessed directly by the old gods and never accepted a chain of command. No throne, no flag, no city wall. Each one moves alone, carrying a purpose only the Eternal who blessed them can read.
The closest analogue the public lore allows is a "named-by-tenet" framing — a heavy-weight collective on paper. The difference is the leash: Nameless carries none. Freedom within the Oath is the point of the Oath. One of them on the field is logged at a thousand-to-one against line troops, and is not considered outmatched by a lesser deity.
Walks where the record cannot follow. Belongs to no unit, answers to no flag — pursues a private purpose no intelligence office has cracked. Blessed directly by an Eternal: on paper, one Oath-Tier agent is rated at 1,000 line troops or 100 Elite operatives, and engagement against a lesser deity is considered viable.
Roams the Gate-border and deeper waters on their own track. Owes allegiance to nothing mortal; the designation "0" is a survey mark, not a count of subordinates. Same Oath-Tier bracket as Leona Hunters — god-blessed, solitary, unpredictable by design.
Figures whose allegiance, motive, and trajectory sit outside the current rosters. Observation-only entries flagged across separate regions — no confirmed link between them. Rank scores reflect field assessments, not public standing.
Registered out of the frozen north. No confirmed ties to any current faction; the "Faithkeeper" label has been formally removed from the record. CLASSIFIED until further notice.
Surfaced on three separate dispatches from the southern waste corridors, never on any roll. Field-assessed threat reads higher than most recorded operatives. UNKNOWN
Sightings correlate with the eastern pass routes above Ironhold. Purpose undeclared; behavior consistent with a private contract no issuing body has claimed. UNKNOWN
Moves through the fogline where scanners lose a signal within two minutes. Motive unrecoverable from the few fragments recovered; no known ally, no known contract. UNKNOWN
Strains bleeding through the Black Gate. Names on record — portraits withheld.