HER CRIMSON COMMAND A FACESLAPPING SURRENDER

A hush fell upon the assembled troops. Their gaze were fixed on her, a figure of fearsome majesty. Her crimson mantle flowed behind her like a living thing, each movement graceful. A single weapon hung by her waist, gleaming with the light. She held a presence that could silence even the fiercest of hearts. The enemy, once boastful, now trembled b