The crimson-stained plains of Acheron quiver beneath the descending hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary warriors, forged in the burning heart of a volcano, their flesh tempered into steel by the ancient power that drives them.
Horrors of unimaginable shape and size roam across the landscape, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. Each soldier is a weapon, wielding 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.
Only through acts of unparalleled bravery and faith can the Ruinous Powers länk be opposed. But for now, Gose'dur's ascendancy continues, a testament to the darkness that lurks at the heart of reality.