Yamero thought like a real specialist of space would. His mind was fascinating, but it was also one-track. All of his solutions involved complex applications of space, though maybe that made sense. It was the only thing he had dedicated his life to.
The idea was viable, but only in terms of the fact that it might actually work. Executing on it would require draining The Sanctum of all the resources it had, though. And even if Sylas made it to the Core, what then?
He would probably need another convoluted scheme just to get the world to acknowledge him.
To Sylas, the toughest part of his plan had never been the Mirror Dungeon, but instead becoming the Progenitor of a world he hadn't even been born on.
He had a feeling that if he wanted to do that, he would have to do more than just save this planet…
Saving the entire Mortal Plane just might do it, though.
The bracelet rattled on his wrist and he shook his head. He reached down and pinched.
CHI.
