The maimed plains of Gronth shake beneath the descending hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary troops, forged in the fiery heart of a volcano, their flesh fused into steel by the demonic power that drives them.

Horrors of unimaginable shape and size roam across the landscape, leaving a trail of ruin in their wake. Every soldier is a weapon, wielding weapons 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 läs mer and civilizations alike.

Perhaps 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 core of reality.