Sylas stood in the depths of space, stars twinkling in the distance while the remnants of the galaxy turned beneath him.
There were no real obstacles left anymore.
The Vosskarr were gone, their blood-written influence had disappeared with them, and the Efivara, one of the few forces that might have managed to organize meaningful resistance, were already gone as well.
What remained were scattered worlds, cities, defensive hubs, and individual powers that might have been dangerous under normal circumstances, but not like this. They could defend themselves, maybe even kill large numbers of the Serpentes Sylas had called, but they could not coordinate the sort of galaxy-wide response necessary to threaten him.
Any outside force that wanted to intervene would face the same problem. Building infrastructure across a galaxy took time. Establishing communication, transport, supply lines, defensive formations, authority over local powers, all of it required preparation.
