The moon was a thin crescent in the star-speckled night. Dr. Facilier, the slender, smooth-talking voodoo master, was plotting his next move.

His dark eyes reflected the glimmer of his "friends on the other side," the spirits that granted him power. He held his voodoo doll delicately as he began to weave his dark magic.

Meanwhile, deep beneath the sea's surface, Ursula, the cunning sea witch, brewed a plan of her own. The swirling lights of her lair reflected off her purple skin.

Her tentacles sent ripples through the water, each propelling her closer to her goal, the ultimate display of magic to defeat Dr. Facilier.

Indeed, the challenge had been thrown, and the stage was set. Both adversaries knew that only one could emerge victorious.

Dr. Facilier began to whisper shiversome spells, the air around him rippled with magic. His friends on the other side shook with anticipation.

Ursula, on the other hand, stirred her magical cauldron, a motley of colors swirling right before her eyes. Her cunning smile never left her face.

Then, like a cannonball, Dr. Facilier propelled his magic towards Ursula, his eyes gleaming with determination.

Ursula was taken aback but not defeated - she deflected the magic with a wave of her hand, throwing it back towards him.

The collision of magic ignited a flash of brilliant colors, casting long shadows across the land and sea. Each antagonist held their ground, not willing to back down.

Dr. Facilier called upon the spirits, infusing more power into his magic. He was not about to lose to a sea witch.

Ursula's wicked laughter echoed through the depths of the ocean. She was not one to be intimidated, despite the increasing strength of Facilier's magic.

Back and forth they battled, a seemingly endless game of magical tug-of-war. The power between them ebbed and flowed like the ocean's tide.

Then, in an unexpected twist, Dr. Facilier's "friends on the other side" began to wane. His magical prowess started to flicker, like a dying candle light.

Ursula seized this opportunity, her laugh echoing through the deep waters. Her magic surged, riding on the wave of her confidence.

Dr. Facilier could feel his control slipping. He tried to reign in his powers, but it was like trying to catch water with a sieve.

The sea witch, sensing her victory, hurled her final charm at the faltering voodoo master. The waters around her churned as her triumphant shriek echoed into the night.

The blow landed, and Facilier was thrown back, his magic extinguished like a flame doused in water. Struggling to stand, he knew he was defeated.

Ursula's triumph was palpable. The deep sea danced with colors, reflecting her victorious gleam. This was her battle, and she had won.

Humiliated and weakened, Dr. Facilier retreated. His friends on the other side had deserted him. The charismatic voodoo master was left alone with his defeat.

Meanwhile, Ursula basked in her glory, her tentacles rippling with satisfaction. The sea belonged to her, and she was the unrivaled queen.

Facilier spent the night nursing his wounds, vowing to reclaim his title as a powerful voodoo master. He knew he'd learn from this defeat, rising stronger and more determined.

Ursula, victorious and proud, curled back into her lair, content with her victory. The deep water around her was alight, her presence powerful and commanding.

The battle of charisma and magic had ended. But the night had witnessed much more - a lesson in strength, determination, and the willingness to learn from defeat.

More challenges were bound to come their way. Perhaps Dr. Facilier and Ursula would cross paths again. But for now, they each carried their own lessons from the Voodoo Sea.