The skies over Nagaroth are stained crimson for the dark gods, please. Dorax, the doom bull of living Bras, has brought glorious destruction in their name, but the blood beast craves more. The Lords of Ruin appear to their servant in a vision, promising far greater rewards for a far darker feat. Dorax must carve a bloody path to the heart of the dark, where stands the most malign of all Earth's bones. There, in a ritual most foul, an age of eternal slaughter shall be unleashed upon this mortal world. For untold millennia, the Lizard Men have stood against the forces of chaos. Few have slain so many demons as oxyotl, their most deadly assassin. A celestial sign warns of a fate darker than ever before. The first ones look once more to their peerless champion. From the shadows, oxyotl heats the cold. He has witnessed first hand the true nature, the true horror of chaos unbound. Trust is trying fast before all is lost. Left the hunt begin. The Bras will and the silent slayer race towards the heart of the dark. There, the fate of every living soul will be decided.