THE CRIMSON REIGN COMMANDS A FACESLAPPING SURRENDER

A hush fell over the assembled troops. Their gaze were fixed upon her, a figure of terrible majesty. Her crimson robes flowed beside her like fire, each movement fluid. A single blade hung at her side, gleaming under the light. She wielded a presence that could command even the most daring of hearts. The enemy, once boastful, now quailed before he