SHE REIGNS CRIMSON A FACESLAPPING SURRENDER

She Reigns Crimson A Faceslapping Surrender

A hush fell upon the assembled soldiers. Their gaze were fixed towards her, a figure of terrible power. Her crimson mantle flowed beside her like a living thing, each movement graceful. A single blade hung at her hip, gleaming with the flame. She wielded a presence that could command even the most daring of hearts. The enemy, once proud, now shive

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