THE CRIMSON SLAUGHTER SONATA

Upon the ravaged plains of sector, where shattered bone stretches to oblivion, a symphony of chaos unfurls. The Crimson Slaughter marches, a tide of unyielding steel. Each step resonates with the rhythm of butchery, a macabre rite to their barbaric ideals. {Theirstandards flap like the wings of nightmares, each bearing the {grimsymbol of a skull.