The bloodsoaked plains of Acheron quiver beneath the marching hooves of Gose'dur's legions. These are no ordinary forces, forged in the fiery heart of a volcano, their flesh tempered into steel by the malevolent power that drives them.

Monstrosities of unimaginable shape and size crawl across the landscape, leaving a trail of ruin in their wake. Every soldier is a weapon, wielding artifacts 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 acts of unparalleled bravery and faith can the Ruinous Powers be opposed. But for now, Gose'dur's info tyranny continues, a testament to the darkness that lurks at the center of reality.