HER CRIMSON COMMAND A FACESLAPPING SURRENDER

A hush fell over the assembled soldiers. Their gaze were fixed upon her, a figure of unyielding majesty. Her crimson robes flowed beside her like a living thing, each movement graceful. A single weapon hung at her waist, gleaming in the light. She held a presence that could command even the fiercest of hearts. The enemy, once boastful, now tremble