Story 648: Hunting the Hunter

The fortress ruins stood as a silent witness to the horrors of war. The air was thick with the scent of blood, rot, and burning flesh. General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger crouched on a crumbling balcony, his crimson beret stark against the moonlit ruins. His compound bow was drawn once more, an arrow nocked, waiting for the perfect shot.

Down below, Wolfe’s new monstrosity—a Hulking Revenant Behemoth—staggered from the wreckage of the last explosion. Patches of its flesh were charred, its ribs exposed through melted muscle, but it refused to die. Instead, it let out a guttural, distorted roar, shaking the very ground beneath Kruger’s feet.

"Resilient little bastard," Kruger muttered, adjusting his aim.

His fingers brushed over the specialized shockwave arrow—a gift from Dr. Sylvia "Plague Mistress" Voss. This one carried an electrical payload, designed to override necrotic nerve impulses and send an undead creature into violent spasms.

He fired.