The crimson-stained plains of Kharl quiver beneath the descending hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary forces, forged in the fiery heart kolla här of a volcano, their flesh molded into steel by the demonic power that drives them.
Monstrosities of unimaginable shape and size roam across the landscape, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. All 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.
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 the heart of reality.