The bloodsoaked plains of Kharl shake beneath the marching hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary troops, forged in the fiery heart of klicka här a volcano, their flesh tempered into steel by the demonic power that drives them.
Monstrosities of unimaginable shape and size crawl across the landscape, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. All soldier is a weapon, carrying 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.
Solely through acts of unparalleled bravery and faith can the Ruinous Powers be contained. But for now, Gose'dur's reign continues, a testament to the darkness that lurks at the heart of reality.