CRIMSON SLAUGHTER SYMPHONY

Upon the ravaged plains of plane, where shattered bone stretches to the horizon, a symphony of violence unfurls. The Slaughtered Few marches, a tide of savagewrath. Each step echoes with the rhythm of butchery, a macabre celebration to their barbaric ideals. {Their banners flap like the wings of demons, each bearing the {grim insignia of a broken