From publisher blurb:
The stars burn with war. It begins as a whisper, as all great tragedies do—an echo of unrest, a flicker of rebellion, a shadow moving in the void. Then come the explosions. The disappearances. The wreckage of entire space stations drifting like grave markers in the abyss. No demands. No negotiations. No mercy. The Celestial Accord, bloated by its own power, is slow to react. They send diplomats where there are none left to listen. They dispatch fleets, only to find their prey already vanished. Their defenses, once thought impenetrable, collapse under the weight of something far more cunning than brute force. This is not the work of common insurgents. It is something else. Something patient. Something precise. From the depths of the Accord’s war machine, a new weapon is forged. Not a fleet. Not an army. A response. Swift. Unrelenting. Ruthless. The Firestorm Initiative is formed in secrecy, its mandate absolute: hunt the enemy, learn their purpose, and annihilate them before the galaxy is set ablaze. The enemy has a name. The Red Revenant Pact. A name whispered in the ruins of orbital colonies, carved into the steel of derelict warships. They do not seek dominion. They seek oblivion. Their strikes are untraceable. Their operatives move like ghosts. And yet, in every shattered city, in every smoldering wreck, they leave behind the same chilling message: "Remember the forgotten.“ The mission is clear. The path is not. You have been chosen to join Firestorm, to strike before the enemy vanishes again. You will be the knife in the dark, the storm that burns away the shadows.