Gathering materials was surprisingly easy. With magic, nothing was truly out of reach.
I started with summoning spells I adapted from Harry Potter. A flick of my hand and a circle of light formed beneath me, digging deep into the earth. Rocks, enchanted ores, crystals, and rare minerals rose from the ground like obedient servants. Each piece pulsed faintly with latent magical energy, responding to my internal command.
Next, I layered a teleportation spell. With a thought, I could appear at distant mountains, deserts, caves, and mystical ley lines across the globe. Anywhere magical materials were abundant, I could collect them in seconds.
Obsidian for the walls: Pulled from volcanic regions in alternate dimensions.
Reinforced magical alloys: Extracted from crashed magical constructs in distant worlds.
Crystals for amplification: Found in isolated mystical caves, glowing faintly with elemental energy.
Rare woods and enchanted stones: Summoned from forests untouched by human hands for centuries.
Each item was stored carefully in my pocket dimension, a private vault that could hold infinite materials. Nothing was too heavy, too big, or too rare.
Finally, the biggest decision remained: where to build my tower.
I scrolled through my mental map of the Earth, considering ley lines, magical convergence points, and strategic locations. A few options floated to the top:
Greenland: Remote, icy, and perfect for secrecy. But magical energy was weaker here.
The Himalayas: Ley lines converged beneath the tallest peaks, magical energy was strong, and the isolation would keep prying eyes away. Dangerous terrain, but manageable.
Middle of a dense, ancient forest: Hidden from humans, with latent nature spirits nearby. Could amplify my tower's power via a symbiotic connection with the forest.
Volcanic crater in another dimension: Incredible natural magical energy from the magma, almost limitless power amplification. Very hazardous, but highly effective for a magical nexus.
I considered the long-term implications:
Accessibility to ley lines.
Isolation to train, experiment, and grow my power.
Magical defense: the tower's surroundings should amplify its protective wards.
Aesthetics: the tower should dominate the landscape, a dark spire rising from the world itself.
After a moment, a smirk spread across my face.
The choice was clear.
I would build the Obsidian Tower in the heart of an ancient, enchanted forest, tied into ley lines and protected by nature spirits, yet capable of expanding magically into other dimensions as needed. The trees themselves would act as the first layer of defense, bending to my will, concealing the tower from prying eyes.
With materials in hand and the site chosen, the next step would be raising the tower itself. But I wasn't going to rely on mundane construction.
No. This tower would grow magically, layer by layer, summoned and shaped by my spells, infused with my energy, and guarded by spirits that obeyed my command.
The Obsidian Tower would rise from the earth, not just a structure, but a monument to my power, a domain that would mark me as a legend before the modern heroes even existed.
And with that thought, I closed my eyes, feeling the magical energy around the forest respond to me, bending to my will, ready to become the foundation of the Witch of the Obsidian Tower.