The spectral vessel, the Space Travesty Shuttle, descended soundlessly through the veil of silver clouds. Below stretched the Witch Race's dominion, a realm unlike any other in the Legendary Plains.
If the Dark Kingdom was shrouded in shadow and gloom, then the territory of the Witch Race was dangerously alive!
Vast landscapes shimmered with alchemical radiance. Glades of living crystal pulsed faintly, and every blade of grass, every drifting petal, carried a faint hum of enchantment.
Rivers coursed with luminous essence instead of water, and even the winds carried fragrance rich enough to intoxicate lesser beings.
The Witch Territories were forbidden to outsiders. Not a single soul beyond their race dared step foot here uninvited, not even the great Alchemy Kings who presided over the Alchemy Guild.
Anyone who tried without sanction vanished, their existence erased without a whisper, for here, everything was owned, watched, and alive!
