Evil West Na: Sieti

The air in the Slovak frontier didn't smell like pine anymore; it smelled like ozone and rotted meat. High above the Tatras, the sky was bruised purple, torn open by the jagged copper spires of the "Siet"—the Network.

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. 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. The air in the Slovak frontier didn't smell

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. He was a "drôtik," a wireman for the