Story 688: The Revenant’s Awakening

The ground shuddered as something massive stirred beneath the wreckage.

Sergeant Darius "Hellhound" Rook instinctively took a step back, his pulse hammering in his ears. The firelight danced off shifting shadows, grotesque figures moving with an unnatural hunger. Kruger’s army hadn’t just survived—they had mutated.

Vasily Petrov stood still, his cold eyes locked on the epicenter of the disturbance. His fingers flexed near his holster. He was ready.

Then, the rubble exploded outward.

A monstrous shape lunged from the smoke—twisted, armored flesh, veins pulsing with necrotic energy. The thing that emerged was no longer entirely General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger.

It was something worse.