Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition-Chapter 627: Story : The Frostborn Legion
A bitter wind howled through the Ruins of Blackvale, snow and ash mixing into a pale mist that obscured the frozen battlefield. The once-thriving military outpost now lay buried beneath ice and corpses.
At the heart of the devastation stood General Viktor 'Bloodfang' Kruger, his crimson beret untouched by the storm. His gloved fingers tightened around his new weapon—a serrated combat dagger, its blade infused with an eerie, blue energy. A gift from Dr. Sylvia 'Plague Mistress' Voss, forged from bio-enhanced alloys and radiating a chilling aura.
He could feel the power thrumming through the weapon. Cold. Ruthless. Perfect.
Behind him, The Death Brigade stood in eerie silence—undead warriors now modified for the harsh conditions, their decomposing bodies reinforced with cryonic enhancements. Their breath came in visible bursts, but not from life—rather, the result of a new chemical process Voss had perfected. They no longer rotted. They evolved.
Sergeant Darius 'Hellhound' Rook approached, his footsteps crunching against ice-covered bones. "The resistance was stronger than we thought, but it wasn't enough. Blackvale is ours."
Kruger nodded, his piercing gaze scanning the ruins. "And the survivors?"
Rook smirked, stepping aside to reveal a line of captured soldiers, kneeling in the snow, their wrists bound with razor wire. Among them was Lieutenant Grace Holloway, a high-ranking officer from the Crimson Dawn Resistance. Her blue eyes burned with defiance despite the frostbite on her face.
"You have no idea what you've unleashed," she spat, her voice hoarse. "You think the world will bow to you? To your… abominations?"
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Kruger crouched before her, twirling the dagger in his grip. "Not bow. Break."
With a sudden, brutal motion, he slashed the dagger across a nearby prisoner's throat. Instead of blood, ice spread from the wound, consuming the man's body in seconds. He let out a strangled scream before his corpse shattered into frozen shards.
Holloway's breath hitched, her defiance flickering.
Kruger smiled coldly. "You see, Lieutenant… the war has changed. I don't need to conquer cities anymore. I need only unleash the frost." He gestured to the Death Brigade, their lifeless eyes glowing an eerie blue. "My legion will march upon your strongholds. They do not hunger. They do not tire. They do not freeze."
Blackvale's ruins trembled as something massive stirred beneath the ice. From the wreckage of an old bio-research lab, a monstrous Frost Titan rose—its body a grotesque fusion of undead flesh and ice, crystalline spikes protruding from its limbs.
Kruger turned to Holloway, his tone almost amused. "Tell your people to run. Winter is here."
He drove his dagger into the frozen ground, and a wave of frost erupted outward, consuming everything in its path.
The Age of the Frostborn Legion had begun.
