A CRIMSON SLAUGHTER OVERTURE

Upon the ravaged plains of plane, where broken earth stretches to oblivion, a symphony of violence unfurls. The Blood Legion marches, a tide of unyielding steel. Each step resonates with the rhythm of slaughter, a macabre celebration to their barbaric ideals. {Theirflags flap like the wings of demons, each bearing the {grim insignia of a skull. {T