The war was over. World War 2 is ending.
For Alicia, those words echoed through the shattered corridors of the last Nazi fortress Breslau, like a death sentence. The city was burning, its defenses broken, its command structure collapsing. This had been declared a Festung, a place meant to never fall. Now it was nothing but rubble and desperation.
Outside the barracks, boots crunched over debris and snow-stained concrete as Allied soldiers advanced through the ruins.
“Sector three secured! Move in!”
Alicia pressed herself against a cracked wall, her once-pristine officer’s uniform torn and filthy. She had been an SS guard, a high-ranking general, feared and obeyed without question. Here, in Breslau’s final hours, that power meant nothing.
Outside the barracks, boots crunched over debris and snow-stained concrete as Allied soldiers advanced through the ruins.
“Sector three secured! Move in!”
Once, she had stood at the top of the chain of command, feared for her cold precision and merciless discipline. Now she was alone, hiding among rusted lockers and collapsing walls.
“They’re already inside the fortress…” she whispered.
A voice echoed closer. “Search the barracks!”
Her pulse pounded. Capture meant lost.
Then a memory surged through the panic.
“The serum…” Alicia muttered.
She tore through collapsed lockers and overturned crates, coughing as dust filled the air. “I hid it here… classified… unfinished… super-soldier serum.” Her hand struck cold metal, a sealed vial, untouched.
Footsteps thundered outside the door.
“Movement detected!” “Open it now!”
Alicia didn’t hesitate. She broke the seal and drank. Pain tore through her body like artillery fire.
At once, heat surged through her veins—sharp and intense, like liquid fire racing through her bloodstream. It burned at first, spreading rapidly from her chest to her arms and legs, similar to the rush of powerful stimulants taken to extreme limits. She gasped, gripping a metal bunk as the sensation intensified.
“It’s… burning…” she screams.
The heat shifted, no longer painful but overwhelming. Her veins stood out clearly beneath her skin as power flooded her muscles. It felt as if her body were being pushed far beyond its normal boundaries, fueled by something artificial yet precise, like a perfectly controlled storm inside her.
Her muscles tightened and grew fuller, her frame broadening as strength settled into every movement. Her posture straightened, shoulders widening, her presence filling the room. The uniform she wore strained as her body adapted, reshaping itself with deliberate force.
Alicia’s breathing grew heavy as she fought to remain focused. “Stay calm… control it…”
The transformation finished in a final surge. Towering, muscular like a bodybuilder with pure steroids flowing through her veins and trembling with power, Alicia threw her head back and released a deafening roar that echoed through the ruins of Breslau.
The barracks door exploded inward.
“All units, what the hell is that?!”
The Allied soldiers froze, rifles raised, staring at the fully transformed muscular girl standing amid the wreckage, eyes burning with uncontrollable rage.
“Surrender!” one shouted. “Raise your hands where we can see them!”
Alicia answered with a furious snarl.
Then she charged the last battle of the war.