The bloodsoaked plains of Acheron tremble beneath the pounding hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary troops, forged in the molten heart of a volcano, their flesh tempered into steel by the demonic power that drives them.
Horrors of unimaginable shape and size storm across the landscape, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. All soldier is a weapon, wielding weapons 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.
Perhaps through länk acts of unparalleled bravery and faith can the Ruinous Powers be opposed. But for now, Gose'dur's tyranny continues, a testament to the darkness that lurks at the core of reality.