From publisher blurb:
A black sun crowns the heavens, bleeding no light. Beneath it, the world of Threxil IV festers in silence—choked by irradiated dust, cloaked in the remnants of its own failed uprising. Once a crucible of legal autonomy and neutral commerce, Threxil has collapsed under the weight of corruption, its governors turned warlords, its citizens now carrion for syndicates who gorge upon the ruins.
Amid the carnage, the Blast Rangers Judiciary Armature, known only as The Judgment Spire, descends. It is not an army. It is not a council. It is the blade and the balance—an experimental tribunal forged to carry law into the most lawless systems. There is no appeal. There is no sanctuary. There is only the docket and the dead. You are the newest hand of this dread machine, a lone Writ-Bearer assigned to cut through disorder with both decree and destruction. Your badge is made of adamantine; your oath sealed in sacrificial ash. You do not ask questions. You issue sentences. Justice, once unmoored, does not drift alone.
Beneath the hollow husks of courthouse cathedrals and data-cored vaults, something stirs—neither citizen nor criminal. A blight of consciousness, fractured and viral, rides the psychic ether between settlements. Cases go cold. Witnesses claw their own eyes. Jurors dream in ancient tongues. The death toll rises. The lawbook grows wet with blood. Now, the Spire itself has gone dark. You are called to investigate.