In the heart of the Dark Galaxy, the jubilant Chaos spawns suddenly paused and promptly turned towards a particular direction.
That particular course was simply darkness devoid of any illumination. Even brilliant radiance shining from dozens of thousands of light-years away would only reach them dozens of thousands of years later, whereas the sub-lightspeed particles and gravitational waves carried forth by the continuous distorted space would destroy everything in its wake. Naturally, it would only happen dozens of thousands of years later—as long as the cone of light had yet to reach them, it would not have happened or indeed even existed for them, who were at a faraway spot.
That was, unless they possessed senses beyond lightspeed or were lightspeed recon troops, or perhaps illogical Void alarms from beyond the world.
Whoosh—
