A CRIMSON SLAUGHTER OVERTURE

Upon the ravaged plains of sector, where shattered bone stretches to oblivion, a symphony of chaos unfurls. The Crimson Slaughter marches, a tide of crimson armor. Each step thunders with the rhythm of warfare, a macabre tribute to their barbaric ideals. {Their banners flap like the wings of nightmares, each bearing the {grim insignia of a blade.