Fire rages over lands ravaged by war, consuming entire peoples and erasing the borders of former states. Across these bitter lands—filled with refugees and deserters, soldiers and marauders, monsters and humans, all of whom in an instant have become fiercer than beasts—walks the white-haired witcher, with a sword on his back and a spark of hope in his heart. He walks, not fully knowing where he is headed. He walks because he cannot do otherwise. But to survive this journey, one must endure the baptism of fire: a trial of strength, a trial of loyalty, a trial from which no one emerges unchanged.