The crimson-stained plains of Gronth tremble beneath the descending hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary troops, forged in the burning heart of a volcano, their flesh molded into steel by the ancient power that drives them.
Horrors of unimaginable shape and size storm across the landscape, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. All soldier is a kolla här weapon, carrying artifacts that hum 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 unparalleled bravery and faith can the Ruinous Powers be defeated. But for now, Gose'dur's tyranny continues, a testament to the darkness that lurks at the core of reality.