The maimed plains of Kharl quiver beneath the pounding hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary warriors, forged in the molten heart of a volcano, their flesh molded into steel by the demonic power that drives them.
Monstrosities of unimaginable shape and size roam across the landscape, leaving a trail of devastation in their wake. Every soldier is a weapon, bearing tools 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.
Only through acts of unparalleled bravery and faith can the Ruinous warhammer gosedjur Powers be opposed. But for now, Gose'dur's reign continues, a testament to the darkness that lurks at the center of reality.