Story 628: Icebound Dominion

The frozen wasteland stretched endlessly, a graveyard of shattered steel and frost-covered corpses. General Viktor ‘Bloodfang’ Kruger stood at the heart of it, his breath visible in the bitter air. His crimson beret remained untouched by the storm, and in his gloved hand, he twirled his serrated ice-dagger, the eerie blue glow casting ghostly reflections against the frostbitten ruins.

Behind him, the Death Brigade stood in perfect formation—undead warriors augmented with cryonic enhancements, their lifeless eyes pulsating with an unnatural blue glow. Their breath came not from life, but from the chemical modifications that prevented their bodies from decaying.

“Sir,” Sergeant Darius ‘Hellhound’ Rook called out as he approached. His rifle was slung over his shoulder, his face partially hidden behind a frost-coated mask. “The last of the Crimson Dawn survivors are barricaded inside the old armory. Their defenses won’t hold for long.”