A CRIMSON SLAUGHTER OVERTURE

Upon the ravaged plains of sector, where broken earth stretches to the horizon, a symphony of destruction unfurls. The Crimson Slaughter marches, a tide of savagewrath. Each step echoes with the rhythm of slaughter, a macabre celebration to their barbaric ideals. {Theirflags flap like the wings of carrion birds, each bearing the {grim insignia of