The trees belong to the Church. The fall belongs to him.
When the gnashing beasts drove humanity into the trees, they thought they had escaped the monsters below. They hadn't. The Church of the Sun rules what remains, culling the "tainted" to keep the bloodlines pure. Jin Talhoon was meant for the executioner's block, his uncontrollable tics a death mark he wore like a crown. Until a secretive council chose him instead. They bound a living spore into his brain, turning him into something the Church cannot control. Now Jin leads a rebellion to drag the Church down into the dragodillo-infested abyss below. But as his plan nears its end, the truth becomes impossible to ignore. He was never in control.