The crimson-stained plains of Kharl tremble beneath the marching hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary forces, forged in the fiery heart of a volcano, their flesh fused into steel by the ancient power that drives them.
Horrors of unimaginable shape and size roam across the landscape, leaving a trail of destruction länk in their wake. Every soldier is a weapon, wielding weapons that hum with forbidden energy.
This is the wrath of Gose'dur, a Gose'dur's touch is felt across the galaxy, a shadow falling upon worlds and civilizations alike.
Solely through acts of unparalleled bravery and faith can the Ruinous Powers be opposed. But for now, Gose'dur's ascendancy continues, a testament to the darkness that lurks at the center of reality.