Story 645: Blood Oath

The scent of decay lingered in the air as General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger methodically wiped his combat knife clean. His expression was cold, calculating. He stood amidst the aftermath of another brutal skirmish, bodies—both human and undead—scattered across the ruins of the industrial complex.

Kruger turned his gaze toward the distant horizon. The battle was far from over. Wolfe was still alive.

A transmission crackled in his earpiece. Sergeant Darius "Hellhound" Rook’s voice came through, his tone sharp with urgency.

"Sir, we’ve intercepted enemy chatter. Wolfe’s regrouping at the old military bunker. Reinforcements inbound—he’s bringing everything he has."

Kruger sheathed his knife and flexed his fingers. "Then we finish this."

Dr. Sylvia "Plague Mistress" Voss chimed in from her command station. "I’d advise caution, General. Wolfe isn’t just relying on his Flesh Revenants anymore. Our spies confirm… he’s perfected something new."