Her Crimson Command A Faceslapping Surrender

A hush fell across the assembled soldiers. Their sights were fixed towards her, a figure of terrible majesty. Her crimson robes flowed beside her like a living thing, each movement serpentine. A single blade hung by her waist, gleaming with the light. She wielded a presence that could immobilize even the fiercest of hearts. The enemy, once boastfu

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