Man at War – Excerpt No. 175

“That’s not a wolf,”  Heart replied, the way his voice trailed off certainly implied he had an idea on how big wolves actually get.

“The Signaller is correct,” Marc replied.

“What is it then?” Lewis asked.

“A reminder that man is not at the top of the food chain…” Marc began. “…nor am I.”

a surreal and vibrant cinematic photo of a large group of soldiers clad in worn 1915 uniforms surrounded by an army of eerie creatures from the realm of nightmare, with twisted bodies and glowing eyes, set amidst a misty battlefield just before dawn, with faint stars still visible in the sky, the soldiers' faces etched with fear and exhaustion, their skin pale and dirty, surrounded by old rifles and torn fabric, the creatures' bodies a mass of dark shadows and flickering flames, the entire scene captured in a photorealistic style with film grain, evoking a sense of foreboding and dread, with muted earthy tones and flashes of vibrant colors, the composition chaotic and intense, with soldiers and creatures intertwined in a desperate struggle for survival.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.



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