Might

Leonel walked through the void, his steps slow and steady. He was unhurried, his mind churning. 

He could see through this path forward from the very beginning. He knew that once things had reached this stage, they would eventually force the Invalids to take action. And there was a very good reason for that. 

The Gods. 

Or more accurately, in this case, Gods that had ascended from Mortal Races. 

Under normal circumstances, the likes of the Void Race and others of their stature would be happy to ignore this situation for a while, allowing the Invalids to run rampant and clear out more Mortal Realms to allow Existence's burden to lessen and slow the approach of the Northern Star. 

However, this wouldn't be so easy to do. 

The God Realms had their own laws, and the Invalids were well known to be the enemies of Existence. They were hated even more than the Fawkes of the past.