“Hey.” Tagget yelled to his companion. Smoke stung his eyes into a squint. By anyone's standards he stood as a very fit, young man, but nothing around him spoke to his inexperience. His armor was worn, clipped, and folded where it had been hit. He wore scars, fresh and old where it had not. Something stirred in his furrowed brow, surveying the darkened desert around them. Carnage was illuminated in a diffuse overcast caused by the constant whirlwind of dust between the ground and the sun. Syrupy pools of puss and blood mingled with volatile organic compounds. The Firefungus they had been in open combat with for over a day still burned here and there producing thick inky smoke. At the edge of the clearing he stood in, Ironwood grew. Each tree an organic steel cable, wrapped around itself like layers of muscle. Ropes dangled from one of the gnarled metallic trees where he and his friend had strung up some bandits as a scare tactic. They probably had the better death,...