Jorn stuck his face out of the window, taking in the desolate scenery. As far as the eye could see, it was nothing but dirt and weeds, baking in the light of the unnatural sphere in the sky.The dirt of the 10th Floor was either sandy tan or red clay, the mountains themselves were striped with the two colors. Studded here and there were bushes and strange rotund plants with spikes called ‘cactuses’.There was still life here, Jorn found. There were toads the size of horses that buried themselves in dirt and had no compunctions about eating men. There were razor-sharp lizards that raced across the baked earth with unnatural speed, slicing off whatever meal they could find.There were rams with fleece made of literal clouds, strange, shadow-lurking monsters that preyed on the unwary, sucking their blood when no one was looking, and more.And they expected Jorn to hunt them.Jorn. The young man who had only gotten half an apprenticeship before his father keeled over.This was everything he ever wanted, and it was probably going to kill him. The fuzzy excitement was beginning to give way to the cold hard truth of the moment.Jorn was half excited, half about to shit his pants in terror.And this damn priest wouldn’t shut up!“The thing about Deceivers is that they don’t mean to bring chaos down on the heads of others.” The well-kempt young man said. “To the outside observer, they may seem like heroes or demigods. Fictional beings of great strength, who run the gamut from evil to benevolent, but they are, as a whole, a yoke around the neck of mankind, who shatter our great works and scatter our people to the..”“Jorn, get your head back in the bus!” Lily begged, her face crumpled as tears formed in her eyes.Neither of them was listening to the priest of Granesh who had caught a ride up from the 5th Floor along with the other missionaries.“The (...)