"I mean it... physically doesn't exist in my world. Some believe in it anyway. The Church of the Empire and their flock, but not many others." She shrugs. Despite his tone, it does feel a little awkward to say that to an angel. "We have the five Planes — Order, Chaos, Shadow, Light, and Thought. ...though I suppose some correlations could be made from Order or Light. But angels don't inhabit the Planes."

Somehow, it doesn't seem likely that the Guides, and the Behemoths, would share. While not necessarily violent, she knows the entities are territorial. They are with humans, at least. This is knowledge that not many in her world have, though, to be fair, that's mostly because of the taboo against Blood magic. If more put stock into it, they would have learned of the Planes a long time ago. And they would remember their Guides, and know for certain where their magical talents came from.

"You wouldn't like it there," she tries to joke, smiling. "It's crowded."