The skies over the Wyrm’s March have burn a deep and unnatural crimson. Ash falls like black snow across the mountain roads, smoke pours from shattered hillsides, and rivers of molten rock carve fresh wounds through the valleys below. Caravans that once carried trade between distant settlements now vanish into the choking haze, only to be discovered days later as twisted heaps of slag, charred bone, and half-melted steel. Those few who survive speak in trembling voices of thunder without clouds, fire that moves with purpose, and a colossal shadow stalking the storm-wreathed peaks.

Now the devastation spreads with terrifying speed. Villagers brace for evacuation, miners refuse to descend into the trembling earth, and old legends of wrathful wyrms and buried calamities are spoken aloud once more. At the heart of the chaos, survivors whisper of a beast wreathed in living flame—an infernal presence whose roar turns air to cinder and whose passing leaves only ruin behind. Desperate voices call for heroes to brave the burning lands, uncover the truth behind the destruction, descend into the molten caverns and confront the force known only as the Ashen Maw before the Wyrm’s March is consumed entirely.