A Crimson Slaughter Overture

Upon the ravaged plains of sector, where twisted metal stretches to the horizon, a symphony of chaos unfurls. The Slaughtered Few marches, a tide of unyielding steel. Each step echoes with the rhythm of warfare, a macabre celebration to their cruelmaster. {Theirflags flap like the wings of demons, each bearing the {grimmark of a blade. {Their horn

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