Nick learned a lot of useful things by reading the minds of the weaker aliens.
The minds of the stronger aliens were too resilient.
If he wanted to read their minds, he would need to use an amount of Zephyx that could be sensed by the Illusionists, the floating eyes.
The normal engineers were in the Fourth Realm, and they were not supposed to grow any stronger.
Zephyx was a valuable resource, and they wouldn't get more.
'I see,' Nick thought. 'That's why they are so desperate for Zephyx.'
'The Mother is at war with two other Mothers from two other tribes.'
'All three of them are at the Late Tenth Realm, and they are all trying to reach the Peak Tenth Realm.'
'The one who reaches the Peak Tenth Realm first will be the victor of the war.'
'However, this might take thousands of years. Additionally, even if one of the other tribes wins, this Zephyx generator will not vanish. Its ownership will just change hands.'
