“Maudite merde,” Evelyn swore while trying to warn Clara of what was going on.
Instead of a live streamed video that showed the hotel’s interior in stunning detail, it was more like watching a blocky video with significant lag. The image would freeze as sound went on, only to fast forward through the vital bits a minute later.
It was infuriating considering how effective the Ghoul Hunter’s videos had been. However, they never made it to the South wing, the one carved into the cliff. All that rock made a connection with the wireless carrier impossible.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pexels.
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