SHE REIGNS CRIMSON A FACESLAPPING SURRENDER

A hush fell upon the assembled troops. Their sights were fixed towards her, a figure of fearsome majesty. Her crimson armor flowed beside her like a living thing, each movement serpentine. A single blade hung at her side, gleaming in the sun. She held a presence that could immobilize even the fiercest of hearts. The enemy, once boastful, now quail