Na Sieti: Evil West

Tomas didn't wait for the sermon to finish. He slammed his fist into the ground. A wave of redirected current surged through the snow, erupting under the vampire’s feet. The creature shrieked as the holy-water-infused steam from Tomas’s pack blasted its porcelain skin. "Not on my shift," Tomas growled.

"The Network is nearly complete," the creature hissed, its eyes glowing with a sickening blue voltage. "Soon, the pulse will scream from Pressburg to the Black Sea. No more hiding in the shadows. We will walk in the light of the spark." Evil West na sieti

Tomas wasn't a hero. He was a "drôtik," a wireman for the Carpathian Electrical Works, tasked with maintaining the massive power lines that fueled the industrial hunger of the 19th-century Austro-Hungarian Empire. But the Siet wasn't carrying electricity. It was carrying something older, something that bled through the copper and infected the land. The "Evil West" had come to the East. Tomas didn't wait for the sermon to finish