The Witch Kingdom existed according to its own logic, built less on geography and more on intention. Its borders didn't entirely obey the common rules of distance, weather, or direction, and so visitors rarely entered without explicit permission. Trails shifted, forests blocked paths, towers rose where once there were empty fields, and lakes reflected different skies depending on the mood of the observer. It was a subtly living territory, intelligent enough to keep away the curious and hostile enough to punish invaders. Even so, there were people for whom these defenses were nothing more than administrative inconveniences.
A brief distortion appeared in the air of the main chamber of the central tower.
