Arafed woman in purple dress standing on a stone wall looking out over a valley

Silhouetted against a brooding sky, the rogue sorceress Morgana stands defiantly along the crumbling ramparts, raven hair whipping in the rising storm wind. She grips a glowing staff, dragon bone intricately carved and gilded with arcane symbols, icy flames licking around her hands. Thunder rumbles overhead, matching the vengeance burning in Morgana's violet eyes narrowed over the pastoral valley kingdom below. Lit by lightning strikes, Morgana's voluptuous figure is barely restrained by strips of black leather and shimmering buckles struggling to contain her ample cleavage. Sheer purple silk billows around a bared midriff and hips cocked provocatively to one side. The dark fabrics flow and outline dangerous curves down to knee-high boots planted firmly on the parapets as she recites wicked spells. Behind Morgana sprawls the medieval landscape - emerald hills dotted with thatched cottages now clouded by unnatural fog brewing at her command. The forgotten fortress ruined and abandoned save for this alluring enchantress wielding her mighty staff as lightning channels through it, mirroring sparks flashing within Morgana’s intense violet stare. Lush lips peel back in a vicious snarl as she summons a final thunderclap then raises her staff high overhead, power crackling through the sensuous silhouette hellbent on reclaiming her stolen kingdom no matter the cost.