Great Witch Marian Horton believed that the universe was divided into dozens of planes. Those containing reason formed the entire starry sky, while the irrational ones were the Astral Realm.
—For many planes, it was impossible to determine whether the starry sky they saw was "real, but the starry sky of another plane," or "an Astral Realm concealing countless evils."
The Astral Realm was irrational, a bizarre place where anything could happen.
Witches needed equipment called Spacetime Anchors to anchor the surrounding space. When rules and uncanny phenomena arose, they could avoid them by locking down space—just as a Ghost Ship, when caught in enormous storms at sea, would choose to become spectral and evade danger through its own traits.
But that was merely one method for "ordinary" powerful witches.
"Meow!"
Olivia curled up behind the wheelbarrow, her tail standing upright. Starry-black magic flowed from the space around the vehicle, continuously strengthening its connection to the witch world until it finally formed a magnificent magical ship's anchor. With that power alone, it ignored nearly every rule in the world.
Magic was omnipotent.
If you could not accomplish something, do not wonder whether "magic was truly omnipotent." Reflect on yourself properly, meow!
"Meow."
Olivia aimed at the stars and violently flicked her tail.
Spacetime instantly fell into chaos. A river of magic flowing upstream surged forth, carrying the wheelbarrow with a thunderous rumble straight into the clouds. Just as it was about to enter space, the magical river smashed through the barrier between reason and irrationality and, in one breath, shoved them into the Astral Realm.
"..."
The Astral Realm was utterly silent. Jiang Han opened her mouth and discovered that she could not speak, while her skin seemed to be burning.
Half a second later, a spherical air barrier