The shadowed halls reek in the scent of incense but decay. Flickering flames illuminate glyphs etched upon the damp walls, these dark designs pulsing by an unseen power. A circle of robed figures chant in a tongue lost, every voices harsh. The air crackles under anticipation. At this hour, the ritual unfolds. A goat, bound and gagged, bleats in te

From the abyss of darkness, a monstrous melody emerges. The notes are cruel, each one piercing the veil of sanity and leaving behind a trail of anguish. This is not music for the faint of heart, but rather a shrill chorus that sings of pain, annihilation. The very air stinks with the stench of blood and fear, a palpable reminder of the atrocities t

Upon the ravaged plains of world, where broken earth stretches to the horizon, a symphony of destruction unfurls. The Slaughtered Few marches, a tide of unyielding steel. Each step thunders with the rhythm of slaughter, a macabre tribute to their twisted faith. {Theirflags flap like the wings of nightmares, each bearing the {grimmark of a skull. {