The Ringmaster's voice cut through the excited murmurs of the crowd. "Now, my dear spectators, we venture into the realm of the truly extraordinary.
Our next champions hail from lands so mysterious, they make Bloodmire look like a tourist resort!"
He gestured grandly toward the competitor's entrance. "Representing the enigmatic Fae Wilds, a sorceress so powerful she makes Merlin look like a birthday party magician... the one, the only, Morgan le Fay!"
A swirl of mist coalesced in the arena, slowly taking the form of a woman of otherworldly beauty.
Morgan le Fay stood tall and proud, her eyes glowing with arcane power.
Her dress seemed to be made of living shadow, constantly shifting and changing.
In her hand, she held a staff topped with a crystal that pulsed with an inner light.
"Now, folks," the Ringmaster stage-whispered, "I'd advise against asking for her autograph. The last person who did ended up as a toad.
