Ivar The Destroyer is dead.

Killed by my hands.

Now, I hold the throne, and the Berserkers look to me for leadership. But loyalty runs deep-can I really trust the men who followed Ivar's ruthless orders? So much blood has been spilled to end this fight before it ever began, but bigger challenges loom.

My men were captured and taken to The Cities, and now fractured pasts, lies, and love will blur together as I fight to save the only people I care about-the men I love. It's a race against time, and an exercise in trust requiring the assistance of both family and allies, new and old, from all four corners of the Wastes.

Slave. Champion. Queen. I am all of these and so much more. It's time I showed them who I really am.

The Wasteland is changing, I can feel it in the air, war...war is coming and I will lead the battle cry.

Long live the Berserker Queen.