tattered cloth and drifting sands. the inexorable desert winds and the dust that rides upon them. a crushing howl sweeping from the wastes. the wilderness makes a mockery of man's ultimately ephemeral hubris. long after the last burials, consumed by the dunes their machines spread across the world, the wasteland winds will still howl. and this time it will be in victory. sandwraith want more? check out Invicta, sandwraith's primary project.