She opened her eyes, looking around her. The vast illusionary castle before her was beyond her imagination. Although she was its creator, she was still able to surprise herself as well.
Everyone else within the array looked up at the same time. They had managed to accomplish one of the hardest tasks in the history of the supernatural world.
The witch Queen's gaze wandered to the girl sitting in the heart of the array. Her gaze held pride, admiration bordering worship, and most importantly respect.
She was proud to be associated with the woman before her. While the world looked at her with contempt, she was able to save it despite the mud it slung
at her.
She was like everyone else around, just a help. The core pillar of the illusion was the essence Maimuna lost to create it.
The final stage was to integrate the illusionary castle with the real one. Considering the work they put into it, this was as easy as breathing.
