THE CRIMSON REIGN COMMANDS A FACESLAPPING SURRENDER

A hush fell over the assembled warriors. Their sights were fixed upon her, a figure of terrible beauty. Her crimson armor flowed behind her like blood, each movement serpentine. A single blade hung from her waist, gleaming in the light. She wielded a presence that could immobilize even the fiercest of hearts. The enemy, once proud, now trembled be