Story 627: The Frostborn Legion

A bitter wind howled through the Ruins of Blackvale, snow and ash mixing into a pale mist that obscured the frozen battlefield. The once-thriving military outpost now lay buried beneath ice and corpses.

At the heart of the devastation stood General Viktor ‘Bloodfang’ Kruger, his crimson beret untouched by the storm. His gloved fingers tightened around his new weapon—a serrated combat dagger, its blade infused with an eerie, blue energy. A gift from Dr. Sylvia ‘Plague Mistress’ Voss, forged from bio-enhanced alloys and radiating a chilling aura.

He could feel the power thrumming through the weapon. Cold. Ruthless. Perfect.

Behind him, The Death Brigade stood in eerie silence—undead warriors now modified for the harsh conditions, their decomposing bodies reinforced with cryonic enhancements. Their breath came in visible bursts, but not from life—rather, the result of a new chemical process Voss had perfected. They no longer rotted. They evolved.