The bloodsoaked plains of Gronth shake beneath the besök här marching hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary troops, forged in the molten heart of a volcano, their flesh molded into steel by the ancient power that drives them.
Monstrosities of unimaginable shape and size storm across the landscape, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Each soldier is a weapon, carrying tools that resonate 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 tyranny continues, a testament to the darkness that lurks at the center of reality.