The Crimson Reign Commands A Faceslapping Surrender

A hush fell across the assembled troops. Their sights were fixed upon her, a figure of unyielding majesty. Her crimson armor flowed around her like blood, each movement fluid. A single blade hung from her side, gleaming in the flame. She wielded a presence that could command even the most daring of hearts. The enemy, once proud, now quailed before

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