Baran continued to search within the forest, a frown deeply set into his brows.
"What the hell kind of illusion formation is this?" he muttered, staring at the compass in front of his face.
He felt as if he had been walking in circles for the past 30 minutes. As if to confirm his suspicions, he once again went past a tree which he had marked earlier.
Despite his status as a formation master on his home planet of Tartarus, a place known for its formations mastery, he could not find the core easily. It was almost as if he was missing a crucial piece of information.
While formations were standardized to some degree, there were exceptions.
Generally, formations could be categorized into 9 tiers, labeled 1 through 9 for convenience.
