She Reigns Crimson A Faceslapping Surrender

A hush fell over the assembled troops. Their sights were fixed upon her, a figure of terrible power. Her crimson armor flowed behind her like blood, each movement fluid. A single sword hung from her hip, gleaming under the sun. She wielded a presence that could immobilize even the bravest of hearts. The enemy, once confident, now quailed before he

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