THE CRIMSON REIGN COMMANDS A FACESLAPPING SURRENDER

The Crimson Reign Commands A Faceslapping Surrender

A hush fell across the assembled warriors. Their gaze were fixed upon her, a figure of unyielding power. Her crimson robes flowed behind her like blood, each movement graceful. A single sword hung from her hip, gleaming with the light. She possessed a presence that could command even the most daring of hearts. The enemy, once confident, now trembl

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