Story 683: Shadow of the Overlord

The air inside the ruined bunker was thick with dust and the stench of burning flesh. Kruger stood tall, unshaken, his red beret casting a shadow over his smirking face. His gloved hand flexed, black veins pulsing beneath the surface.

Across from him, Reaper-77 held his sniper rifle steady, his expression unreadable beneath the mask. The assassin's lone eye gleamed in the dim light, locked onto the monstrosity Kruger had become.

Eva Morales coughed, struggling to stand, her fractured wrist throbbing in pain. Sergeant Rook groaned nearby, pushing himself off the rubble, blood dripping from his temple.

Kruger chuckled. “I was hoping you'd crawl out of whatever hole you were hiding in, Reaper.” He rolled his shoulders, the sound of cracking bones and stretching sinew echoing through the room. “Are you here to kill me?”

Reaper-77 chambered another round. “If I have to.”

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