After a few intense weeks, the Obsidian Tower was finally more than just a fortress of spells—it had become a fully functional magical stronghold. Each floor served a precise purpose, designed to maximize efficiency and power.
The alchemy floor was a labyrinth of cauldrons, enchanted distillers, and shelves stacked with rare ingredients from countless universes. Potions bubbled with faint glows, ready to heal, enhance, or devastate depending on my need. Complex enchantments automatically refined ingredients, monitored magical reactions, and even recorded new recipes for me.
The potion-brewing area was perfectly insulated, with protective wards to prevent explosions from spilling into the rest of the tower. Magic constantly circulated, ensuring that volatile brews remained stable.
The library floor rivaled even my dimensional library in utility. Infinite shelves were magically folded into a finite space, each book containing spells, artifacts, rituals, and magical theory from every known universe. Magical scanners allowed me to instantly locate the book I needed and even copy spells directly into my mind or onto enchanted scrolls.
My living quarters were both luxurious and functional. Warded for comfort, the rooms automatically adjusted to my needs: temperature, light, and atmosphere were perfectly regulated. Hidden compartments and pocket dimensions allowed me to store countless artifacts, weapons, and summoned spirits.
Other floors were filled with training areas, ritual chambers, summoning arenas, and crafting workshops, all optimized to enhance my magical growth and efficiency. Each room radiated protective enchantments, and the tower itself was a living conduit for my power.
Once the tower was complete, I finally settled in. Snow swirled around the spire, spirits patrolled the perimeter, and the layers of magic hummed softly, attuned to my presence. This was no longer just a base—it was my domain, a nexus of knowledge, power, and influence.
From here, I could experiment, study, summon, and plan, shaping the future centuries before the heroes of the Marvel and DC worlds would ever appear. The Witch of the Obsidian Tower was officially established, and her reign of preparation had begun.