Void stretched his senses, feeling out for any stray pockets of magic. Nothing. It would seem that another universe has been properly cleaned up and it was time for him to send out some scouts for his next feeding ground.

Hmm. It seems that some of the little buggers figured out space travel already. Let’s see…ah their home world is a dead rock now. Seems the star of that system had a little tantrum a couple thousand years ago. Well necessity is the mother of invention after all.

Looking across the now magicless universe and the various planets he sensed just about every variation of consequence. Some planets embraced the loss of magic and strove into technologies and flourished. Others seemed to have waged wars that scared their planets. While still others seemed to have been wiped out. By their own hand or circumstances didn’t really matter in the end. As long as there where enough voidborn in the universe as a whole to continue feeding him the constantly generating mana of the universe, void was satisfied.

Let’s say 10% of each planets population. Across the whole universe that should be enough for at least a few hundred of them to cross the Great Divide and stumble across a new feeding ground flush with mana. Maybe even one with filthy deities, if the mana is thick enough. Been a while since I had the pleasure of ending those kinds of entities.

With a flex of Voids will roughly 10% of the population of each planet suddenly found themselves falling through reality itsself. Some would find themselves landing on another world, with laws different from what they are used to. Most would be lost in the Great Divide between dimensions. Never to be found again, drifting endlessly with nothing but their own growing madness eroding their sense of self until they become one with the Great Divide themselves.

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And some rare lucky ones would find themselves on a planet that could support their needs for life. Maybe even some friends local populations. Void didn’t care, he just focused on the link he had connecting their soul to his own. It was hard, the Great Divide was both a vast distance and a blink away at the same time. It was impossible to set sail through its waters and expect to find what your looking for with out a beacon of some kind, you could find your self wondering for years or decades if not longer before you ever fell out into another universe. Yet if you had that light to follow you could take a single step and be there.

It would seem I have got quite lucky. Over a thousand seem to be sending me mana back through their souls. I suppose now I need to choose the order of the crusades. Should I do the link sending me the most mana or the one sending me the least first….hmm…the one sending me the most definitely is in a world with deities…which is always a pain at the start. But the amount of mana could soothe my hunger more so the effort is more worth it.

On the other hand, the universes with less mana would be quicker conquests. The locals doubtfully have ways to detect my arrival or prepare defenses for my offspring.

As always the hunger won out. Void focused on the tether linking him to the soul sending him the most mana and fell through existence itsself only to arrive in a whole new universe. Ripe with fresh mana. Void had made the decision to take turns, invading a large mana universe then a weaker one. Then repeat. After all. You got the change things up, what was being a immortal being of hunger and nothingness if he couldn’t change it up. If he only acted based off his hunger then he would be no better then the voidlings, the lesser of his spawn. Time to have some fun.