The bloodsoaked plains of Gronth shake beneath the descending hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary troops, forged in the fiery heart of a volcano, their flesh fused into steel by the ancient power that drives them.
Horrors of unimaginable shape and size storm across the landscape, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. All soldier is a weapon, bearing weapons that throb with forbidden energy.
This is the wrath of Gose'dur, a Gose'dur's influence is felt across the galaxy, a tips shadow falling upon worlds and civilizations alike.
Perhaps through acts of unparalleled bravery and faith can the Ruinous Powers be contained. But for now, Gose'dur's ascendancy continues, a testament to the darkness that lurks at the center of reality.