Evil West Na Sieti -

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.

He didn't pull Marek out. He knew the cost. Instead, he overloaded his gauntlet, punching the regulator until it glowed white-hot. He jammed his fist into the heart of the machine. Evil West na sieti

Tomas spun around. Standing on a rocky outcrop was a Sanguisuge—a vampire noble, but not the kind from the storybooks. This thing was fused with machinery, its ribcage replaced by a humming boiler, its claws tipped with conductive silver. Tomas didn't wait for the sermon to finish

A localized take on the Evil West "Sanguisuge" technology, reimagined as a massive electrical grid. The creature shrieked as the holy-water-infused steam from

A blend of 19th-century industrial technology and supernatural monsters.

A blue-collar worker forced into a monster-hunting role using the tools of his trade.