From publisher blurb:
Charred metal, ozone, and the ghostly embers of things that once were. Around you, the skeletal remains of a city claw at the sky, their jagged edges silhouetted against the roiling storm of artillery fire beyond. Eon-Prime, a world once neutral in the tides of war, now drowns beneath an endless rain of violence. And you, a lone Blast Ranger, stand upon its broken skin, sent not to conquer, not to claim, but to end this madness before the world itself ceases to be. The Ardent Dominion and the Astral Syndicate have locked themselves in a death grip, neither willing to yield, their war machines grinding flesh and stone alike into dust. For years, the battle has raged, spilling over into the bones of forgotten civilizations, carving deep into the planet’s core. But this war is no longer about power, nor even pride—it is something deeper, something darker, a hunger that festers beneath the surface like a wound left to rot. And now, that hunger calls to you. Somewhere in the ruins, buried beneath layers of war-torn earth and secrecy, there lies an artifact—a relic of extra-human origin, something older than the stars themselves. Both factions seek it. Neither understands it. You are the knife in the heart of their ambitions, the blade that must sever this endless cycle of destruction.