It's been 15 years since the bombs fell. Those who survive scrape by in constant fear of famine, murderous marauders, and worse: the raknoth. No one knows what they are or where they came from. Only that they destroyed the world. And now they rule what's left.

Jarek Slater never lost sleep over the fact. He had his ship. He had his exosuit. He went where he pleased, dealt justice where he saw fit. Life was good. Simple. But then someone had to go and steal his exosuit.

You don't steal another man's exosuit.

When Jarek's only lead turns out to be locked up in a raknoth stronghold, though, things get interesting. When that lead's big sis shows up waving around a silver staff, smacking around grown men with telekinesis, and stopping bullets in mid-air, things get, well, more interesting. And when the two of them get drawn into a race across the post-apocalyptic country to save her brother and find his suit...

Look, suffice it to say Jarek didn't sign up for this crap. Energy-bending arcanists? Red-eyed space vampires? Teamwork?

Oh, and then there's that mysterious alien artifact that might just bring on the second apocalypse.

No. Jarek sure as crap didn't sign up for this. And neither did his fiery new friend. But together, they might just be strong enough to pull it off.

Assuming they don't kill each other first...