Winget Attack
They traveled for a half hour before Machina held up her hand to signal the others to slow down. The black purple of the sky had slowly brightened into a mixture of oranges and reds; streaks of fiery clouds scratched across it.
Tom could see that the main forest ended a mile or so ahead, and he almost swallowed his tongue when he saw what towered above the land beyond. It was a massive fortress of stone and rock, still dark against the scant light of dawn. Dozens of towers and bridges dot its skyline. It had to be the single largest structure Tom had ever seen—bigger by far than even the Barcelona football stadium. It appeared that not only had Mistress Christine discovered a land full of something like magic, she'd set herself up in a castle fit for a king from any fantasy book in the library.