Story 682: Wrath of the Overlord

The bunker shook as Kruger’s snarl echoed through the ruined structure. Dust rained from the ceiling, metal groaned under the pressure of his fury. His veins pulsed, black tendrils slithering beneath his skin like something unnatural was trying to break free.

Sergeant Rook braced himself, still feeling the brutal force of Kruger’s last attack. Eva "Black Widow" Morales crouched beside him, gripping her side where she had landed hard.

Kruger stood before them, towering, his breathing heavy. His evolution was accelerating.

Rook wiped the blood from his mouth and glared up at his former commander. “You’re losing it, General.”

Kruger tilted his head. “Am I?” His voice had changed—deeper, layered, like something else spoke alongside him. “I feel more powerful than ever.”

Eva gritted her teeth. “Yeah? You look more like a corpse than a leader.”