“Who do we shoot, boss?” The plaza rolled like a green ocean, vines rising from its crests to hunt the colonists. Baaii and the Prophet were trapped between a chasm and a thrashing stem. Cha had one weapon that might save them. Then alien warriors appeared across the plaza and Terg raised his beam against his own kind.

The Goddess was missing, and something had bled green across her sanctuary. Behind a blood-smeared door, Cha Dzeeny found a hidden laboratory. Armed with a weapon he barely understood, he searched the room for a killer. Whoever killed Terg’s guard was no longer there. Unless…

“Everyone has secrets, and so do you. You didn’t want to share your dreams.” “You… have similar dreams, my Prophet? Of temples and trees?” “It’s not a tree! It’s the diin. He has been in my dreams for some time now, every single spin. It always feels like he is calling me. That’s why I need to see him.”