The world dies. A foul disease infects it, spreading its taint on the winds, in the waters, polluting the very land itself. And wherever it touches, it breeds corruption, manifesting as mutation, malformation, leaving it altered, changed, and utterly mad with the wickedness it instils. This is Chaos—the shadow that hangs over the Old World and beyond. It is the ter... [click here for more] |
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