THE CRIMSON REIGN COMMANDS A FACESLAPPING SURRENDER

A hush fell upon the assembled troops. Their eyes were fixed upon her, a figure of fearsome beauty. Her crimson robes flowed beside her like a living thing, each movement graceful. A single weapon hung at her hip, gleaming with the sun. She possessed a presence that could immobilize even the fiercest of hearts. The enemy, once boastful, now quaile