Publisher's blurb:
The archives hum with encrypted whispers of treachery and profit. A name, spoken in hushed tones, has risen to prominence. Aegisfall Nyros, the Ghost of Vathar-9, a war criminal whose crimes have long been denied by official records. Their bounty glows red across the terminal screen—a sum vast enough to drown a thousand lives in luxury or obliterate a thousand more in fire. Their trail snakes through shattered warzones and forgotten derelicts, always one step beyond capture. Now, they have surfaced in the twilight districts of Prime Terra, the beating heart of Dominion control.
The chase begins in the abyssal depths of Prime Terra, where smog-choked streets bleed into forgotten ruins. Your contacts whisper of a shipment leaving Forge Station Omega bound for the southern hemisphere—its manifest altered, its destination uncertain. As you slip into the underbelly of the city, a warning crackles through your comms: You are not alone.
The Dominion’s finest hunters move in silent formation, their presence an unspoken threat. The Guild’s eyes glint from the shadows, unseen but ever watchful. The bounty is closer than ever, but so are the jaws of those who would claim it first.