The Crimson Reign Commands A Faceslapping Surrender

A hush fell across the assembled soldiers. Their eyes were fixed towards her, a figure of fearsome majesty. Her crimson robes flowed around her like blood, each movement serpentine. A single weapon hung from her hip, gleaming with the sun. She wielded a presence that could silence even the most daring of hearts. The enemy, once confident, now quai

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