Story 672: Shadow of the Bloodfang

The night air was thick with the acrid scent of burning steel and decay. The ruins of the West Block still smoldered behind General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger as he stood, his enhanced body pulsing with newfound power. His red beret, now charred and tattered, sat atop his head like a warlord’s crown. His glowing crimson eyes reflected the carnage around him.

He had evolved.

Sergeant Darius "Hellhound" Rook stood frozen. The undead troopers behind him, bound to Kruger's will, instinctively took a step back. They could feel it too—their master had changed.

"General…" Rook started cautiously, gripping his rifle. "Are you—"

Kruger’s gaze snapped to him, and in an instant, he was gone.

A blur. A shadow. A force of death itself.

Rook barely had time to react before Kruger reappeared right in front of him, inches away. His speed was unnatural.