While the others fussed and added to the "Planet" as one of the newer siblings called it, Manus was busy painting the void they moved through. Sure his earlier display gave birth to a small sphere of light and color, but quite frankly it wasn't enough for Manus. So he drifted away from his siblings, a trail of small stars in his wake as he ruminated on how to frame his next creation. Existing was still so new to Manus and his limits were unknown to him, what exactly would happen if...

In a silent flash Manus was gone, not even a trail of stars visible as he just vanished into the infinite void of this plain. In truth, Manus just willed himself to be far away from the creations of his siblings and, to a lesser extent, his siblings in general as he didn't want what he was about to do be influenced by their creations. Manus didn't know exactly why, but he felt like he needed to do something...something big. Now alone he began to summon his power, forcing it up from wherever it comes from and building energy. The very fabric of the void began to quake as Manus' power saturated the area, waiting in anticipation as to what would happen next.