The flickering neon signs of Neo-London cast a lurid glow across Nathan’s face as he stood on the rain-slicked rooftop. Below, the city throbbed with a chaotic energy – a symphony of hovercar engines, the shrill cries of street vendors hawking dubious wares, and the ever-present hum of illicit data streams. Neo-London was Syndicate territory, a festering wound in the underbelly of the Shattered Star Sea. And Nathan, armed with a ragtag alliance and the promise of liberation, was about to lance it.