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My name is James Thorne, and I wasn't supposed to matter. Before the invasion, I was just a guy in a dead-end job, keeping my head down and my past buried. The Gehenna want our annihilation. Thankfully, they angered the Aetherion who may help humanity not only fight back, but turn the tide. When I’m offered the chance to be Cleansed, to become something more than I was, I take it. And it turns out I’m special. No, I’m not the Chosen One. And yes, there are others like me, but as a Psyker, I can do things most can't. Things that make me very dangerous.

My name is James Thorne, and I wasn't supposed to matter. Before the invasion, I was just a guy in a dead-end job, keeping my head down and my past buried. The Gehenna want our annihilation. Thankfully, they angered the Aetherion who may help humanity not only fight back, but turn the tide. When I’m offered the chance to be Cleansed, to become something more than I was, I take it. And it turns out I’m special. No, I’m not the Chosen One. And yes, there are others like me, but as a Psyker, I can do things most can't. Things that make me very dangerous.

The war didn’t end when the Gehenna retreated. It just got quieter—and quieter is worse. On Mars, in the alien-human fortress we call The Roar, we’re preparing for their return. Training harder, leveling up, and waiting for the silence to shatter. I’m James Thorne, Psyker, Cleansed, and despite hitting Level 10, someone who can’t catch a break.

My name’s James Thorne. I used to be someone, once—Psyker, Apex-ranked, battle-tested. Now I’m just another ghost drifting through the black, looking for somewhere quiet to land. We find Dresen. Dust-choked, half-dead mining town on the edge of nowhere. It looks like peace. Smells like rot. The local militia’s too clean. Their weapons are too new. And the mines? Something down there still breathes. Worse, it’s hungry.

I’m James Thorne—Level 25 Psyker Apex—and I’m bouncing back from a pretty catastrophic battle on Rithos. The thing is, I’m stranded deep within a hostile jungle crawling with things that want to eat me. I’m going to survive this jungle. I’m going to survive the Emperor. And I’m absolutely not going down quietly.

I should be dead. But instead I’m leading a crew of survivors—some human, some…less so—straight into an intergalactic war. Packing a stolen warship, a handful of seriously Levelled up warriors, and the System whispering in my head, I think we’re up for wreking a little havoc...