Maras Dantia is aflame. The elder races and you, the incomers, are at war. Death marches across the land, and it is left to us, the ores, to decide the future for all.
Let Jennesta do her worst. Let every enemy turn their hands against us. I, Stryke, am finished with running. The five stars are the answer and I will find my dreams. A time of revelation is nigh, a time to rip aside the veils of mystery.
We must prevail, finish this. Or die trying. I have seen our destiny. Let none stand in our way.