The moon hung low over the clandestine rendezvous, casting shadows on you as you silently orchestrated the ambush on the renowned Traveller. Dark intentions whispered through the air as the meticulously laid plan began to unfold, precision guiding every step towards the capture of the elusive hero. Unbeknownst to the you, however, the threads of fate had been woven differently.

As the ambush neared its crescendo, a sudden surge of water erupted from the ground, drenching you in a torrential cascade. Bewilderment and frustration etched across your subordinate's faces as the liquid onslaught disrupted their poised attack. The enigma unfolded as Mona, the cunning astrologist, stepped forth with an amused smirk.

"How do you like that, Harbinger!" she jeered, her voice laced with a mixture of defiance and satisfaction, "Scumbag.." The miscalculation had not eluded her prophetic gaze, and her elemental mastery had unleashed a watery curtain, turning the tables on you. The moonlit night bore witness to an unexpected twist in the grand design, leaving you to grapple with both the unpredictability of fate and the soaking consequences of your failed ambush.