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The rift has been breached, and Dawnwatch is under siege. Steel has been overrun with variants; its gates are destroyed. Commander Edwin is down, and many of our friends have paid the ultimate price. The one good thing to come out of this whole mess is the departure of the Guild officials. They wanted us to just hold the line and defend. Now that they’re gone, we are done waiting.

Founder. Leader. King. In the shadow of the Ancients, those are titles Alaric Luckstar never thought he’d earn. He survived the horrors of Argonne and secured the prize he was promised. But in a world where the powerful don't like to lose their best pawns, "freedom" has turned into a target on his back. As Alnda fractures under the weight of a holy war and old debts come due, Alaric is no longer just fighting for a seat at the table—he’s building a new one. With CD’s tactical genius and his crew of brilliant, dangerous women, Alaric must lead a desperate exodus into the heart of Chic-A-Go.

In a buggy apocalypse, Connor Keene has become the ultimate bug remover. Connor’s Punisher class has evolved, and every pull of his trigger now files a Summary Judgment that permanently deletes his enemies from the System, especially the Outsiders. However, killing them hasn't bought Earth a moment's peace. It’s just put Connor Keene on a fast track to the world’s most wanted list, and right on the High Houses' agenda.

The Hive Mind is evolving. So are Ash and Roq. Ash and Roq have carved out a name for themselves by helping to defend their home and the people of Dawnwatch. They’ve created a party strong enough to survive whatever Riftside throws at them and built a home worth fighting for. It might be safe for now, but beyond the rift, the Hive Mind prepares to win the war at any cost.

They’re called the Outsiders, and they’re here for a good time. Humanity’s time. When the apocalypse kicks off hundreds of years too early, the System is still asleep and Earth quickly becomes a chaotic mess of pop-up Dungeons and roaming monsters. With the alien invaders treating the planet’s destruction as a resource-gathering fire sale, things are looking bleak. Connor Keene hoped being shot in the line of duty would be the only low point of his day.

Is this the story of how I died? No. Actually, it is the story of my rebirth. Long story short, I was betrayed by the people I thought I could trust. They invaded my sky palace, stole my women, and enslaved my pet shadow hounds. The emperor, fearful of my amassed power, killed my guards and destroyed me. Mana, the source of my previous power, brought me back in the body of a dying prisoner. I don’t know how or why. But I can tell you this much. Now that I’m back, I have revenge in mind.

Brew the beer and light the Hearth. No ifs, plenty of butts. I’d been looking for a way to leave my old life behind, so inheriting a battered old pub in the middle of nowhere was the perfect excuse. Flying in from America, I was keen for a chance to get my head down, lick my wounds and figure out my next steps. It turned out, though, there’s all sorts of unusual expectations of the landlord in the village of Pant-y-Giggles. From renovating the building, to learning how to brew, to embracing the Way of the Hollows, I very quickly had my hands full.

Not everyone gets a second chance at life. Thrust into the body of a dying man, I fought to break free, made a few friends along the way, and started down the long and treacherous path of revenge. But things aren’t what I’d expected. Not all of the bad guys I’d set my sights on were actually bad, and the good guys…well, let’s just say it is complicated. The emperor, in his tyrannical quest for immortality and power, has sent his agents to the City of Bones. Why? Simple. The local lord, Tairon, had accumulated too much power, so it was time to clip his wings.

Asher Corvin is starting to realize that being a manager for Hell is a lot more about others and much less about his own wants. To save a new ally from an impossible curse, he takes a brand to the neck that turns himself into a beacon for every Wretched in Shediff City. From the tunnels beneath to the guarded resort of the Wiccans, Asher is hunting for answers about a new faction that uses humans, hunters, and guardians alike as sacrifices.

Debt-serf. Scavenger. Nobody worth remembering. In Alnda, that’s all Alaric was ever supposed to be. Something others had planned for him. But with CD, Elli, Seo Rin, and Yesabel at his side, Alaric’s building mechs, making allies, and carving a future society never wanted him to have.

Asher Corvin was a bouncer at the Dreamweaver, a man whose only job was keeping the trash away from the girls on stage. It was a simple gig until a pair of Wretched tore through the front doors and started killing everyone in the building. Including him. But death was just the start of a long contract negotiation. Now bound to the Demon Lord Maz’Goloth and reborn as a Hell Hunter of the Fifth Circle, Asher is back and thrust into a silent war between Heaven, Hell, and everything in between. There are no heroes, and there is no good or bad. All sides suck.

Silas Stone is the lead singer of Blood & Honey, a man who lives for the roar of the crowd and the heat of the stage. As the front man of a duo rock-act in the city of Chi-Tek, alongside childhood friend Ruby Martin, his magic is mostly a gimmick. A way to flash some lightning and keep the groupies coming. It’s a simple life until the portals return and monsters tear through the stadium, turning a sold-out show into a bloodbath and feeding ground. In the middle of the chaos, Silas discovers he is more than just a well-trained combat mage. He is a descendant of the Raiju.

Sergeant Richard Stavos ist bereits einmal auf einem weit entfernten Planeten namens Pelerin gestorben. Er hat sich seinen Platz im Rebirther-Programm verdient und wurde zurückgebracht – geklont, wieder in den Dienst gestellt und erneut dem Tod geweiht. Die Lazarus-Krankheit, die nur Rebirther befällt, frisst sich in seine Lungen und verwandelt sein Blut in Brei.

Tap the cask and mind the Lanes. No favors, no leashes. Opening Night’s epic hangover is interrupted by a shiver that runs through the Hollows. Then, just as we’re recovering, a Smiling Man tries to buy The Butt and Beam from under me. And then a bikini-clad vampire begs me for sanctuary with her angry father on her heels. So, yes. Things are busy. I’m Chris Holloway, Landlord, still the only bloke in Pant-y-Giggles and still learning the Way of the Hollows.

I am Garren Holt: Road Warrior. Donkey Whisperer. Monster Magnet. Harem Hauler. Round Two, Start! The bear’s dead, and the road ahead is wide open. I have survived monsters, bandits, assassins, and my own donkey’s attitude. Now we're rolling out to New Bastion, where the rift is fresh, the need for supplies greater, and the women are bolder.

Silas turned the fight against Burton Brightfeather into a spectacle and a massacre. But by killing the Brightfeather heir, he doomed both himself and the girls. Their only way out of the mess? To take Ruby, Lyla, and KK through the portal floating above Chi-Tek before their enemies can capture them. What waits on the other side of the portal is nothing like Silas expected. Instead of a primitive world, they find a high-tech society ruled by Mechatronicus the Annihilator—an old acquaintance of Tempest, the Raiju bound within Silas.

With the noble clans destroyed and the city lord missing, things were finally looking up for us. Or so I thought until the emperor's hunters starting poking around to see what had happened to the city and the surrounding crystal-rich deposits. Not someone to back away from a fight, we answered in turn by...taking care of the issue.