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.
A blue-collar worker forced into a monster-hunting role using the tools of his trade.
A blend of 19th-century industrial technology and supernatural monsters. Evil West na sieti
Tomas gripped his steam-powered gauntlet, the brass hissing against the morning frost. His partner, Marek, was missing. All that remained at the base of Pylon 09 were Marek’s pliers and a puddle of black, oily ichor that sizzled against the snow. "They're hungry today," a voice rasped.
At the top of the tower, he found the heart of the Siet—a massive, pulsating organ encased in a glass vacuum tube. Inside, Marek’s eyes stared back at him, his nervous system woven into the copper grid. "Forgive me, brother," Tomas whispered. Tomas didn't wait for the sermon to finish
As the tower collapsed into the valley, Tomas fell through the freezing mist. He watched the purple sky fade back to a dull, honest grey. The Evil West had been short-circuited. For now, the East belonged to the living again. Key Themes
Tomas hooked his gauntlet onto the main line. The world turned into a blur of sparks and screams. He swung from wire to wire, punching through metal carapaces and tearing out glowing batteries. The creature shrieked as the holy-water-infused steam from
A localized take on the Evil West "Sanguisuge" technology, reimagined as a massive electrical grid.