It was an awe-inducing sight, no matter how he looked at it.
He'd never thought paper could be used in such a manner, so it was quite a novel experience.
A towering tree made out of white paper with arcane writings on it stood tall several meters ahead and on a certain branch, a treehouse was outlined, also made out of the same mystical paper.
"Is this the place?" Alex inquired out of habit though he could already guess the answer.
Victoria entertained him. "Yes, master. This is the domain of the Witch of Fables."
"Does she know we are here?"
"I do not know. From what I've understood, the Witch seems to enjoy her slumber. I can't be sure she is awake."
"Then, let's…" Alex trailed off as he sensed a gaze fall upon him.
He glanced toward the origin just in time to watch as a paper plane flew over and circled him, seemingly scrutinizing him.
Sensing no malice, Alex didn't attack and allowed it to do as it pleased.
