THE CRIMSON REIGN COMMANDS A FACESLAPPING SURRENDER

A hush fell over the assembled warriors. Their gaze were fixed upon her, a figure of unyielding majesty. Her crimson armor flowed behind her like blood, each movement serpentine. A single weapon hung from her hip, gleaming under the flame. She wielded a presence that could command even the bravest of hearts. The enemy, once confident, now trembled