Silver Moon loved conflict. From conflict came opposition. Opposition brought defeat. Defeat brought despair, and despair brought death. And death was power. Silver loved power. Who didn't? Power is the very essence of life. It is why we exist. The problem was power was hard to come by these days. There weren't any breakthrough discoveries that could lead to enlightenment. Fighting with other worlds was a waste of time and too risky.

Silver was far beyond that stage. Now what he needed most was sources of power. Many sources of power if he could be so bold to grasp it. However, as one of the newest celestials, that was a far-fetched thought. Just about any of the other celestials could destroy him.

What Silver needed now was time and space. Time and space happen to be the two resources he had in abundance.

In the distant darkness of the universe, Silver began to create. His first creations were a disaster. Not that they were terrible. They were good. Too good. His harsh worlds full of monsters and disasters allowed his people to progress quickly. The progression was great for adding to his power. The problem was there was no limit to their advancement. Inhabitants of his worlds would become too strong and attract unwanted attention. It was imperative to stay unnoticed.

Silver found no joy in destroying worlds. Sure wiping out sentient beings wasn't good, but the loss of mana is what hurt. He had to admit, though, that it wasn't all a loss: trial and error.

His mini-worlds became his desired slow trickle of hidden power with enough practice. Once he creates enough, that slow trickle will be a stream. The limited direct conflict was Silver's key to success. That and worlds upon worlds.