Four days since Heila's crushing victory over the Tuscan warriors, rumors once again swept through High Fen City, this time with even greater fervor than the arrival of the Mother of Trees and her unbeatable Willow Witch.
By now, everyone had forgotten the rumors that had painted the noble and refined Mother of Trees as a pauper from the impoverished Vale of Mists. It was as clear as the bright blue autumn sky to anyone with eyes in the arena that this human witch was a woman of grace, elegance, and strength that no one could fathom.
Never before had the people of High Fen City seen the strength of a witch on display in their sacred arena and now they finally knew why. Witches had nothing to fear from the arena's challenges, rather, there was little there that could challenge them