In the southwestern part of Haiye Province, beneath a silent city ruin, ugly heads bobbed to and fro.
Under the dark, dim night, bare-chested mutants pushed carts filled with cement chunks and other construction debris, grunting as they moved toward the construction site.
On that site, more mutant workers and small goblins labored under the supervision of overseers with whips in their hands.
Using simple engineering tools, they packed the trash into woven bags, then piled it together with bent rebars to build shelters that were flimsy but functional.
This steel and concrete-filled ruins were among the few places not graced by Heaven.
After all, even the pervasive fungal mycelium of Nago could not grow on concrete.
And it wasn't just that.
The most important research institution of the Torch Church was nearby, staffed with living researchers.
The Church's attitude and treatment toward people of value and those without were clearly different.
