The crimson-stained plains of Kharl quiver beneath the marching hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary forces, 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 roam across the landscape, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Each soldier is a weapon, carrying artifacts that throb 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.
Perhaps through acts of unparalleled bravery and faith can the Ruinous Powers be defeated. But for now, kolla här Gose'dur's reign continues, a testament to the darkness that lurks at the center of reality.