The bloodsoaked plains of Kharl shake beneath the marching hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary troops, forged in the fiery heart läs mer of a volcano, their flesh tempered into steel by the demonic power that drives them.

Abominations of unimaginable shape and size roam across the landscape, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. Each soldier is a weapon, bearing 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.

Solely through acts of 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 core of reality.