The maimed plains of Kharl quiver beneath the marching hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary troops, forged in the molten klicka här heart of a volcano, their flesh molded into steel by the malevolent power that drives them.
Abominations of unimaginable shape and size roam across the landscape, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Every soldier is a weapon, wielding 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 contained. But for now, Gose'dur's ascendancy continues, a testament to the darkness that lurks at the heart of reality.