The Crimson Reign Commands A Faceslapping Surrender

A hush fell over the assembled soldiers. Their eyes were fixed upon her, a figure of fearsome beauty. Her crimson mantle flowed behind her like a living thing, each movement fluid. A single sword hung by her waist, gleaming with the light. She wielded a presence that could immobilize even the most daring of hearts. The enemy, once confident, now t

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