Story 629: Blade of the Overlord

The underground bunker was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of damp concrete and blood. General Viktor 'Bloodfang' Kruger stood motionless, his combat knife gleaming under the flickering lights. His crimson beret sat firmly on his head, and his cold, calculating gaze was locked onto the bound prisoner before him.

Lieutenant Grace Holloway was on her knees, wrists shackled behind her back. Bruises covered her face, but her spirit remained unbroken. She spat a mixture of blood and defiance onto the floor.

Kruger smirked. "You’re tougher than I expected. That’s good—only the strong deserve to exist in my new world." He ran his gloved fingers along the razor-sharp edge of his knife, watching as a thin trickle of blood dripped from the tip.

Holloway clenched her jaw. "You’re a monster."

Kruger chuckled. "I’ve been called worse."