Man at War – Excerpt No. 46

26 October 2025

“Yes… Sir,” Murphy replied while tensing his jaw muscles.

Marc smiled and enabled his fangs to protrude. The pearly white and sharp fangs caused Murphy to take on a sharp breath but he did not react.

“You’re correct,” Marc said. “So why are you here?”

Marc’s gamble hinged on this one answer. This was one of the few times he wished to have the voice. Many of his kin could modulate their voices to pass on commands and compel.

a cinematic photograph of a British colonel in his late twenties with a pale complexion and sharp facial features, showing his elongated fangs while sitting in a cramped and dimly lit dugout with earthy walls and a low ceiling, wearing a worn and dusty British Army uniform with a crimson sash and a pair of muddy boots, his eyes gleaming with a hint of supernatural intensity, set against the bleak and barren backdrop of a World War I battlefield, with a faint glow of candlelight illuminating his face, captured in a realistic and haunting style, with muted colors and deep shadows, emphasizing the contrast between the darkness of the dugout and the eerie glow of the colonel's eyes.

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