Hanging Out on Terra

Terra, a huge and broken continent, where pain and death are frequent visitors. The mobile city is full of self-salvation masters, corrupt officials and down-and-out celebrities. The Originium-infected people, as always, guard their one-third-acre land while enduring discrimination while squeezing their remaining value in the flesh and blood mill, and finally turn into crystal dust in the sky in pain. The king of Khazdel is gone, Ursus is longing for a new war, the gap between Agor and Iberia continues to widen, the giants of the past have also declined after the Great Silence, the Church of the Deep Sea is wreaking havoc and tying others onto the train heading for destruction. The high walls in the depths of the Sargon Desert stand quietly watching the creatures on the road conquer each other... And the bones of the dead are buried under the sand and soil. "Remember, people in this land are never picky about their food." ... Just take a look, no signing, it's free This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.