Rebirth

Everything rapidly shifted; the complexion of the universe rapidly altered–from stained glass, grassy fields, marble walls, a boundless sea, even to spiraling, chromatic stairwells. There wasn't much rhyme or reason to it, simply overwhelming the bounds of existence, changing its properties, breaking down the barriers of dimensions–

'I have to change it all–rip out the roots! If I want to hurt this thing, I need to bring in concepts beyond reality–I have to change it,' he thought. 

As the Ravager attempted to approach, it was slowed down, altered by the shifting reality. Its outstretched arm flickered from abyssal flesh, to frosted pastries, to brittle glass, to mossy stone, to roses, to coal— 

"You meddle with reality…You believe I can be stopped merely by warping my constitution. An oversight; ignorance, fledgling god," the Ravager's voice emitted through the shifting dimensions.