The battlefield trembled beneath the clash of steel. Reina, a figure of resolute authority, stood at the forefront of the Drakkorith forces, her armour gleaming with the reflections of the tumultuous conflict. As enemy forces surged forward, Reina’s blade was unsheathed with a swift, practised motion. Each step she took seemed to resonate with a deadly intent. Her eyes, sharp and unwavering, scanned the approaching adversaries as she positioned herself with strategic precision.
The first opponent lunged at her with a savage strike, but Reina's blades intercepted the attack with finesse. Her blade moved like extensions of her will, intercepting foes with a dance of calculated strikes. She moved with a blend of grace and ferocity, a reflection of her years as a skilled bounty hunter and now, a seasoned military general. The battlefield became a canvas of swirling energies, a precursor to the whirlwind of combat that ensued.

In the midst of the chaos, Reina's leadership was unwavering. She directed her troops with authoritative commands, blending her strategic acumen with lethal prowess. But beneath her formidable exterior, Reina bore a hidden burden - a power both dark and forbidden, remaining from her years as a bounty hunter. Reina’s curse, an enduring artefact of the Sangronach’s power, was a double-edged sword, bestowing a strength while demanding a price. Every hit resonated with an unseen force, fueling her strikes. The bloodthirsty urges that gripped her were the price she paid for her power, a constant reminder of the delicate balance she maintained.

In a strategic move to protect her hidden truth, Reina made a decisive move. Entering the ranks of the Drakkorith military, she immersed herself in the heart of conflict. Amidst the tumult and fervour of warfare on the front lines, she discovered an ideal cloak for her shadowed secret; keeping the curse sated without raising suspicion. To reveal her power would be to invite certain doom. Thus, she concealed her abilities, maintaining a discreet facade even before those she trusted the most.

The clash reached its zenith, and as the dust settled, Reina stood amidst the defeated forces, her blade now sheathed. The aftermath resonated with an eerie reminder of the clandestine power that empowered Reina's unwavering influence on the battlefield, shrouded in secrecy.