The crimson-stained plains of Gronth tremble beneath the descending hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary warriors, forged in the molten heart of a volcano, their flesh molded into tips steel by the demonic power that drives them.
Abominations of unimaginable shape and size storm across the landscape, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. All soldier is a weapon, bearing weapons that hum with forbidden energy.
This is the wrath of Gose'dur, a Gose'dur's influence 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 reign continues, a testament to the darkness that lurks at the core of reality.