The crimson-stained plains of Gronth quiver beneath the marching hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary warriors, forged in the molten heart of a volcano, their flesh molded into steel by the ancient 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, bearing artifacts 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.
Only 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 klicka här the heart of reality.