CRIMSON SLAUGHTER SYMPHONY

Upon the ravaged plains of world, where broken earth stretches to oblivion, a symphony of destruction unfurls. The Slaughtered Few marches, a tide of unyielding steel. Each step resonates with the rhythm of slaughter, a macabre celebration to their cruelmaster. {Their banners flap like the wings of carrion birds, each bearing the {grimsymbol of a