The bloodsoaked plains of Kharl tremble beneath the descending hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary warriors, forged in the burning heart of a volcano, their flesh molded into steel by the malevolent power that drives them.
Horrors of unimaginable shape and size storm across the landscape, leaving a trail of ruin in their wake. Each soldier is a weapon, wielding tools that throb 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 info unparalleled bravery and faith can the Ruinous Powers be opposed. But for now, Gose'dur's tyranny continues, a testament to the darkness that lurks at the heart of reality.