What made him so sure of that fact was the mechanical and spiritual traps he kept facing at every single level he climbed. All the traps were different, unique, and ancient; he couldn't recognise a single one of them!
"Any trap is a miniature form of a formation, slightly bigger than an array, yet much fiercer than any standard formation…" William muttered to himself, his eyes tracking the rhythmic clicks and whirs of the masonry.
He watched as a new wave of traps was triggered, targeting him with a flurry of crystalline darts and gravity-manipulating fields.
"These traps are all unknown and alien to me, and the basic layout of these is the same as any medium-sized formation. I'm sure the original scroll of this fortress included lost defensive formations that matched these traps, yet I don't know why those retards didn't build it as it was designed!"
