Anorah stared at the Will Guard's main base with a conflicted look.
It was imposing in size and magnitude. A colossus of pure white and gold, its height seemingly piercing through the heavens.
Despite being in the center parts of the Willess World, where the bases of the major factions resided, the building stood out. It only went to show just how much power the Will Guard held, even compared to the others.
The people of the middle planes had never truly understood where the Will Guard had come from or why the major factions simply sat still and watched them do whatever they wanted. However, their mystery didn't deny their power.
This was the main reason for Anorah's current conflicted look.
'A trap.'
The Will Guard was dangerous. Their monopoly on the resources of the Willess World made them more feared than even the major factions. It granted them the power to create numerous technologies that affected the use of will.
