Sylas walked forward. He phased through the mountain as though it wasn't there at all, the illusion incapable of holding him.
Without missing a step, he found someone he had spotted from the very beginning but hadn't done much about because he didn't really care.
Now, however, it was quite important he deal with this.
If he left this illusory black mountain here, it would remain as a beacon, continuously pinging signals of Earth's location back to the First Race—wherever they were.
While getting rid of the signal wouldn't make it impossible for them to find Earth, it would certainly be a lot harder, and they wouldn't be able to directly teleport back to Earth.
The issue was that these decoys had become firmly rooted here and the illusory black mountain was supposed to be too solid to go through.
Sylas had already comprehended the secret of this ore, though. If he understood the main ore, breaking down the projection of it was as easy as breathing.
