The Word remembers what the hand forgets.
The fires of creation have cooled. The world sleeps beneath peace so perfect it has forgotten how to dream.
But in the ashes of Elistar, one voice still remembers the sound of hunger.
Korr of the Red Ash walks the silent plains, heir to the Orki - a race once thunderous beneath banners of flame.
When he speaks, the air itself trembles.
When he writes, the world begins to burn again.
Drawn to the ancient basin of Drathul, Korr awakens what should never have stirred:
the Quill - the Word that wrote the first dawn, the memory of all that was and all that should have remained unsaid.
Together, Orki and relic ignite the Fifth Age - an age of faith and fire, where remembrance becomes a weapon and language itself hungers to live.
From the ashes of peace rises the Red March,
and from the heart of ruin comes a single, terrible question:
Can creation exist without consuming itself?