The first time I stood on the edge of Amnytas, I wanted to faint. Mabon and Uenno weren't far away, as if they expected just that to happen. A fortress in the sky, hovering above us this entire time... I have a thousand questions, and Mabon's trying his best to keep up with each one. They call themselves the Astral Ward, and they are led by a small group of "wizards." What is a wizard, exactly? Seemed a little archaic, but it all has something to do with magic left behind by the seers. Especially powerful individuals can ascend through a taxing ritual if they're offered it; that ritual allows them to tap into the magical ecosystem of Tyria (to an extent). Mabon is one of them, and there's another named Dagda. I've yet to meet Isgarren for myself; he's usually locked away in the library or the "World Spire," but this place is a campus of magical development. Education and research—a living archive of Tyria itself. There are largos, ogres, asura, and sylvari working together. Living together. Alongside the wizards, they've been protecting us from...Alchemy, who knows what? Mabon asked if I want to join the Astral Ward, and I...I might say yes. What scientist would turn down the opportunity to crack the world open and peer inside...? The scientist part of my brain is on fire, and I have no intention of dousing the flame.