THE CRIMSON SLAUGHTER SONATA

Upon the ravaged plains of world, where broken earth stretches to the horizon, a symphony of chaos unfurls. The Slaughtered Few marches, a tide of crimson armor. Each step thunders with the rhythm of warfare, a macabre rite to their cruelmaster. {Theirstandards flap like the wings of carrion birds, each bearing the {grim insignia of a broken heart