From publisher blurb:
The sky is fractured, a bleeding wound of violet fire, the heavens themselves recoiling from the sorcery that has defied the laws of time and steel. You stand in the ruins of a city swallowed by the tide of eldritch annihilation, its structures twisted, shadows moving unnaturally in the flickering glow of embered wreckage. The whispers of something far older than human memory coil around you—beckoning, hungering. It was meant to be a simple operation—a call to arms for the Blast Rangers, another rogue element in the dark expanse of the galaxy to be silenced. But the thing you pursue is not a mere criminal nor a warlord seeking dominion. It is a force unto itself, a storm bound in human flesh, an entity that bends reality to its will. The sorcerer known as Vaelith Durn has awakened, and with him, an apocalypse yet to be named.