A CRIMSON SLAUGHTER OVERTURE

Upon the ravaged plains of plane, where twisted metal stretches to oblivion, a symphony of chaos unfurls. The Crimson Slaughter marches, a tide of unyielding steel. Each step resonates with the rhythm of warfare, a macabre rite to their crueldeity. {Theirflags flap like the wings of carrion birds, each bearing the {grim insignia of a blade. {Their