A woman in a blue dress holding a lightning bolt

Through the sepia haze of twilight mists, a lone warrior woman stands etched in silhouette along crumbling parapets. She is surrounded by an aura of arcane power - licks of purple flame dance around her voluptuous form, sheer fabrics billowing, outlining dangerous curves. Dark leather and glinting steel armor barely contain her ample cleavage, bared midriff and long legs braced against ancient crenellations. One hand rests along her hip, the other effortlessly wields a glowing staff of carved dragon bone and gilded steel twisting with icy infernos and sparks of lightning. Raven tresses whip in the rising wind, correlating with the growing supernatural storm summoned by her magic. The forgotten kingdom sprawls below her tightening grasp - emerald hills and babbling dells now clouding with unnatural fog. Sinister energy hums as she raises her staff, eyes burning violet and lips curled in a beckoning yet vengeful snarl. Gusts rise, whipping her shapeless robes against sensuous skin as thunder rolls warningly over the once-peaceful vale. Muscles flex beneath bare, glowing flesh as she begins an incantation to call down wrathful retribution against the mortals who betrayed her trust ages ago. The curves of her body silhouette dangerously against sudden lightning flashes, staff gleaming with arcane glyphs, robes flowing back to expose long legs planted firmly in defiance against a land she once protected but now seeks to conquer and subdue. None shall forget this night when the sorceress Morgana returned to reclaim her kingdom by forbidden desire and magic...