THE CRIMSON SLAUGHTER SONATA

Upon the ravaged plains of world, where broken earth stretches to oblivion, a symphony of violence unfurls. The Crimson Slaughter marches, a tide of unyielding steel. Each step echoes with the rhythm of warfare, a macabre rite to their barbaric ideals. {Theirstandards flap like the wings of nightmares, each bearing the {grim insignia of a blade. {