There was an interesting observation: wizards with a keen sense of magic could clearly feel the hazy, mysterious quality of moonlight on Earth, but once they were on the Moon, that wondrous sensation was gone.
Of everyone present, Anton might have been the only one to notice.
The others at Cabin were busy making preparations, and the Navigators weren't idle either.
The magic stirred by the Collective Consciousness gathered for this interplanetary journey surged through every one of them, spreading along their minds to the Candles in their hands, where it ultimately became the flames on their candleholders.
All magic existed in everyday life. That was Anton's magical philosophy.
That idea even carried over from the education he'd received in his previous life—"the Way is not far from people," "harmony between Heaven and humanity," and so on.
The Collective Consciousness gathered and drove the Ritual Magic, whose most visible manifestation was the flames atop the candleholders.
Sparks converged, pointing the way: the Sea of Stars.
Ritual Magic often had many symbolic manifestations. In many wizards' fairy tales, the protagonists would disrupt curses laid by evil wizards. Sometimes, their ultimate goal was the flame on an Altar—probably much like the flames on these candleholders.
As long as those flames were snuffed out, the magic of the Collective Consciousness that Anton was guiding would be cut off.
But there probably weren't many people present who could understand what was happening, and those who could weren't about to step forward and stop it.
The Navigators carried their candleholders to the plaza surrounding the final stretch of the Space Transit Passage. They placed them along the walls, stabilizing the Ritual Magic.
Then they took out fresh candleholders, lit them from the existing flames, and continued out through the doorway, guiding the Collective Consciousness of