HER CRIMSON COMMAND A FACESLAPPING SURRENDER

Her Crimson Command A Faceslapping Surrender

A hush fell upon the assembled troops. Their sights were fixed towards her, a figure of unyielding power. Her crimson mantle flowed beside her like a living thing, each movement fluid. A single blade hung from her side, gleaming under the light. She possessed a presence that could silence even the bravest of hearts. The enemy, once proud, now shiv

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