In this bizarre and peculiar world, Annan couldn't even distinguish between flat surfaces and solid objects. Everything around him existed as if flat like Paper Mario or familiars within a witch's barrier, yet that eyeball was clearly three-dimensional...
There wasn't even ground beneath his feet.
What he felt was a soft and awkward sensation—like stepping on marshmallows or inflated plastic bags. With such force, it seemed impossible for these to support their bodies, yet they were indeed standing up.
Due to this sensation of useless adaptation, Annan couldn't even determine the actual distance between himself and these magical creatures.
He grasped Annan's intention.
The first to act was the Four Dark Quarters.
He drew a stack of cards of various colors from his chest, infused them with Magic Power, triggered them, and tossed them scattered all around.
