Skirmishes

The two Void Race youths laughed and shot out in two different directions, leaving the last still grumbling. 

… 

Elo'Ray appeared high above the Dream Pavilion. He stood in the skies despite merely being at the Seventh Dimension, the laws of this world completely unable to constrain him. If he wanted to step onto the clouds, he would do so. Who were these worms to tell him what he could and couldn't do? 

"Little Owlan, how about you come out and play?"

He announced his arrival with a booming cadence. Universes that painted his skin flickered wildly with light, a trio of blackholes appearing to his back the moment he clenched his fists. In that moment, he seemed to have the power to wipe out all of existence. 

Down below, there were several ongoing skirmishes. Void Race descendants fought against Owlans of all shapes and sizes, but he couldn't seem to be bothered with these battles at all. He didn't even try to influence them.