"To cancel any formation, there are only three ways to do so…" William muttered while moving around the base of the fortress, his hands occasionally brushing against the cold, vibrating stone to closely examine the protective and defensive formations.
"... Either I use brute force to overcome and overpower the masters controlling the formations, which is something even I can't do," he slowly muttered, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of war.
His monsters acted as an unstoppable vanguard, their claws and fangs leaving behind a long trail of dead bodies and the rhythmic, gurgling screams of agony.
Despite the slaughter his summons performed, William remained grounded in reality.
The masters inside that fortress were no doubt channelling their collective spirit power into the foundations. To break through via brute force would require an ocean of energy he simply did not possess in this current life.
