She Reigns Crimson A Faceslapping Surrender

A hush fell over the assembled warriors. Their gaze were fixed on her, a figure of terrible power. Her crimson mantle flowed behind her like blood, each movement serpentine. A single blade hung at her waist, gleaming in the flame. She possessed a presence that could immobilize even the most daring of hearts. The enemy, once boastful, now shivered

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