SHE REIGNS CRIMSON A FACESLAPPING SURRENDER

A hush fell upon the assembled troops. Their sights were fixed on her, a figure of unyielding power. Her crimson robes flowed behind her like a living thing, each movement graceful. A single sword hung from her hip, gleaming with the sun. She held a presence that could command even the fiercest of hearts. The enemy, once proud, now shivered before