The crimson-stained plains of Kharl quiver beneath the descending hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary troops, forged in the fiery heart of a volcano, their flesh tempered info into steel by the demonic power that drives them.
Monstrosities of unimaginable shape and size storm across the landscape, leaving a trail of ruin in their wake. Every soldier is a weapon, carrying tools that resonate 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.
Perhaps through acts of unparalleled bravery and faith can the Ruinous Powers be opposed. But for now, Gose'dur's reign continues, a testament to the darkness that lurks at the core of reality.