Once detonated, they'd release torrents of spirit power, fierce enough to take away anything standing in their path.
That was the trick behind making these. The artisans had to use something to absorb spirit power madly from the world around, compressing it in small, rounded grenades.
"I got the source of the spirit power problem solved… And now it's down to how to wake them up from the hallucination…"
William knew the simplest way to do it was by letting these masters gain one single spirit power point. But to do so, he had to think of many things at the same time.
If he wanted to free them using the same method, then he had to force them into a state like training, try to find a way to make things happen faster, and he had to think about the scarily strong folks who fell into this hallucination.
"I need to make an environment rich with spirit power… And I need something to stir their spirits to absorb this rich spirit power in the air…"
William started to think deeper about more complicated stuff. And in the next few hours, he took lots of things out.
The way he thought about it might seem crazy, but it was the only feasible solution he got to solve all this. He took out all the modified toxin barrels he got from Lara, and next to them he also took tons of materials and ores.
William planned to run the formation using the grenades, use these ores and materials to control and gather up the explosive spirit power into the formation tightly without leaking it.
This was the base of his grand formation theory, and he intended to make two and not one. One formation would fuel the insane amount of the spirit power, use it to spread the modified toxin in the air, spreading it all over the entire region.
Like this, all the spirit masters here would get stirred up and enter into berserk mode. It wasn't the most favourable situation, but William knew their spirits would grow restless and would be open to absorb spirit power from the air.
And then the second formation would come into the picture. By using the grand amount of spirit power, the formation would spread it all over the region. William didn't have any access towards the distant regions, but he already had an idea in his mind.
This place was called Blue Hills thanks to the special ores it got. These ores made the entirety of the hills, and they were able to channel spirit power in a great way.
If so, then William would try to make a third formation, one that he'd personally control. It didn't need any spirit power to run, as it'd work to control the spirit power in the area around.
William would stand in the middle of this formation and use the blue ores to his advantage. The forces on the three sides worked to demolish the hills but got no time to remove or store them away.
He planned to use these ores to create a sealing ring. But as he'd do this from just a single formation, he expected his control over the entire situation would be weak. Yet he'd still have a way to help storing the spirit power and entrapping it as much as possible in this region.
The sole weakness he knew before even starting this plan was the side he was in. it didn't have any blue ores or hills, was totally open and void of anything.
He didn't have the means to lay more formations here. With more hours passing, the risk of the activation of the entire hallucinating formation grew as well.
As he finished setting up his plans, he didn't hesitate anymore. He started to lay out the formations, digging the ground using the earth element he had, and even pushed aside many masters to clear enough space for the three formations.
He arranged the three formations fast. The core of the first two formations depended on the grenades he had. And to make sure they wouldn't hurt anyone, he pushed the masters further away, and even laid simple protective arrays around them.
Doing this didn't take more than a couple of hours. And as he was doing all this, something else was going on far away from here.
In a place that was inside a grand series of mountains, inside a place that looked as if it got planted in there and the mountain then grew all over it.
It was filled with many halls, spanning over seven levels, with long stairs and corridors linking everything together. In the biggest hall in this place, a group of one hundred masters sat around a grand rounded table, all looking at the same thing.
In the middle of this table, something floated in the air. It looked like a star or something, made out of fog that came out of nowhere. The star was pure white colour, except for a spot that looked oddly black.
"Someone interfered greatly with fate and destiny's great wheel…" one of the masters spoke in a heavy tone, "this is something serious, something that didn't happen for a long time."
"We need to see who did that, and kill him," another said, "it's always someone growing greedy enough to ask for more than what he should get. And by death, all problems will be solved."
"Any intel about him?" the one who spoke first turned around, moved his eyes among the other masters sitting here. They all wore a long pure white cloak, one that had a pointy end over their heads, with a sign of a golden wheel over their chests.
"We tried to pry into it, got severe backlash from doing this," another spoke in a bitter tone before adding, "all we know is a general location where all this started."
"Nothing else?" the one who seemed like their leader frowned, "this is of utmost importance. Interfering with the fate and destiny plans is like throwing our world into hell! We need to see more than that…"
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