A CRIMSON SLAUGHTER OVERTURE

Upon the ravaged plains of plane, where twisted metal stretches to eternity, a symphony of chaos unfurls. The Slaughtered Few marches, a tide of savagewrath. Each step echoes with the rhythm of warfare, a macabre tribute to their cruelmaster. {Their banners flap like the wings of nightmares, each bearing the {grim insignia of a skull. {Their horns