What happened next is the stuff of legend and nightmare. The Hawks, now fugitives, mounted a suicidal rescue mission. They pulled a broken, tongueless, flayed husk of their former leader from a dungeon. Griffith was finished. His legs destroyed, his throat crushed, his dream dead.
Under Griffith’s command, the Hawks rose from a ragtag band of gutter rats to the official White Phoenix Knights of the Midland Royal Army. They won a kingdom’s war, captured impregnable fortresses like Doldrey, and became folk heroes. For a moment, they were untouchable. The Band of the Hawk was never just a military unit; it was a physical extension of Griffith’s dream: to possess his own kingdom. Every soldier, every wound, every corpse on the battlefield was a stepping stone. Griffith was explicit about this. When asked if he considered his men friends, he famously replied, “A friend would equal me in their dream. I would never call someone who could not stand equal to me a friend.” BERSERK and the Band of the Hawk
For a moment, they flew higher than any hawk. But the sun they flew toward was made of hellfire. What happened next is the stuff of legend and nightmare
When Guts later rages against apostles and the Godhand, he is not fighting for abstract justice. He is fighting for the memory of the Hawks. Each swing of the Dragonslayer carries the weight of hundreds of ghosts. Griffith was finished
For a brief, shining window in the manga’s sprawling timeline, the Hawks were not merely a faction—they were the beating heart of the story. They represented camaraderie, ambition, and the cruel illusion that individual will can triumph over a preordained hell. The Band of the Hawk began as a child’s fantasy. A charismatic, silver-haired boy named Griffith, armed with nothing but a beherit and an unbending dream, collected outcasts, orphans, and feral warriors into a mercenary unit that would become the terror of Midland’s battlefields. Among those outcasts was a hulking, rage-filled drifter named Guts.
And then, the Eclipse. To call what happened to the Band of the Hawk a “betrayal” is to undersell its cosmic horror. Griffith, in his ultimate despair, activated the crimson beherit. He sacrificed every man and woman who had bled for him to the Godhand and their demonic apostles. The Hawks did not die as soldiers; they died as offerings —torn apart, devoured alive, and dragged screaming into the vortex of hell.
The Hawks’ genius lay in their composition. Griffith was the architect—a tactical prodigy and magnetic leader who wielded his soldiers like surgical instruments. Guts was the battering ram, the "Hundred-Man Slayer," whose brute force and ferocity broke lines that strategy alone could not. Casca, the fierce and loyal swordswoman, was the anchor, holding the unit together when Griffith’s cold calculations threatened to fracture morale.