“Amma! This is…this is…impossible. What in the hell this place is? This cannot happen. Please, tell me that this is all a joke. Is this one of your magic tricks. You are playing with me. Aren’t you?” I gaped, open-mouthed as I looked over and over at the rotating cave.
The logical part of my brain denied accepting something against the law of the Magical Kingdom. Surely, we were a floating island and hung in the air. Surely, we mounted deadly dragons and feasted on fluids of phoenixes. Nonetheless, we have bound my laws of nature that were conclusive and prohibitory.
“I wish, I would have, Szytra. Unfortunately, I have done nothing to the cave. It is the very raw state that it had been two thousand years back and maybe before that. This isn’t a product of my magical star. It’s the Law
