"Great landing. Now go and set up a small base camp. Call out for some Xer'sai for aid. I'll go and infiltrate the Icathian holding cells in Coldsand Outpost to see where they've been hiding our old friends." Kha'zix turned invisible, however, one of the Khathian Hunters noticed that even his master hadn't completely adapted to every of Runeterra's landscapes. "Master Kha'zix, your leav-" The Khathian Hunter was interrupted by a push from one of his fellow Hunters. "Be quiet. We cannot afford being heard without any type of defense!" "But what about the master? He's leaving footprints in the sand. If any Shuriman follows them up to here, we'd be scr-" "If anyone finds our base, we kill them. No two ways about it." After a grumbling sigh, the Khathian Hunter went back to setting up the base camp.

Kha'zix had forgotten how the sands of Shurima felt under his feet. With every step Kha'zix made, the hot sand swirled onto his feet, giving the bug a warming embrace around his feet. One question was still bothering Kha'zix about Shurima. Why was the sand so warm? Was it the sun just having more impact on Shurima? Or was it caused by that Sun Disc? At the apex of his own mind, Kha'zix leapt away from his location. He had only just now noticed the burning sigil on the ground. As Kha'zix turned towards the direction of Coldsand Outpost again, he was met with a striking Guardian. Kha'zix managed to quickly leap backwards, before looking at the Guardian once more. "It seems your battle-scarred mind is still as active as ever, Guardian of the Sands." Nasus narrowed his eyes and responded. "Leave our planet alone. There is nothing for you here." "We know, nothing of actual value is obtainable here. We are just here to meet with our old comrades again. Do you happen to know where they might be?" Nasus growled at Kha'zix. "Leave our planet alone." "Now, now. We don't mean any harm. We were just intere-." Before Kha'zix could finish that sentence, Nasus charged towards Kha'zix. Kha'zix shrugged his shoulders and leapt forwards. Kha'zix outsped the mighty Guardian and striking a full blow onto his golden body. Nasus didn't flinch and rose his cane towards the Sun Disc, empowering it. Kha'zix was fast, which he knew. Kha'zix prepared to leap when Nasus' lowered his cane, but found himself unable to move. A sandshaped-spear was pierced through his frail body, paralyzing his movements. Nasus looked up briefly, looking at the floating Eye of the Emperor. He then lowered the cane with all his might and struck the bug with his empowered cane. Kha'zix laid limp. "Let me bring him to the cellar. He could provide some useful information." When Nasus went to pick him up, Kha'zix pulled a purple stone from his broken wings. A Voidstone. He used the Voidstone to teleport away. Nasus sniffed with his nose. "No scent discovered." Nasus' face had been filled with disappointment. "Don't sit idle for long. I've discovered something about the War Scrolls that might finally turn the battle against the Void.

"Back so soon, are you?"

"You don't have any right to blame me when we compare our accomplishments, Kog'maw."

"That might be true, yes. But you trying to fight an Ascended, but not any Ascended, Nasus, and failing horribly was truly humorous." The creature tried not to burst out into laughter.

"That is where my point lies. It was Nasus. Have you tried to battle him? You'd be squashed in an instant." Kog'maw walked up to Kha'zix. Both looked like they'd obliterate each other. "Stop this bickering, you are supposed to be working together, not against each other." A deep voice trembled throughout the clouds. "You have no rights commanding us, Cho'gath. You've been sitting idle for years now while we've been doing as much as we can." "Kha'zix." Malzahar's voice echoed throughout the place. "Return to Ica'thia at once and scout from the base. Don't get caught out."

"But Nasus has clairvoyant eyes. He easily saw through my stealth."

"Nasus did not see you through your stealth, he just tracked your footsteps in the sand while you weren't paying attention." Kha'zix tries to recollect his memories from his encounter with Nasus. "Was that the reason why one of my Khathian Hunters called out to me?"

"Yes, he tried to remind you of that."

"My own stupidity almost costed me my life. I'm sorry, High Prophet."

"Do not worry, Kha'zix. All will be set and done once Veigar has returned with the Eye of the Watchers."

"Now that you mention it, how is Veigar doing? I'm curious to see if he will uphold his end of the bargain." Malzahar creates a projection of an eye that then flies towards the Shadow Isles. "Veigar has not reached his destination yet. Where is he now?" Malzahar orders the eye to move back up again and scout for the Tiny Master of Evil. "I have managed to track his location. He is nearing Kaladown."

"I truly wonder how is he going to travel towards the Shadow Isles without any way of transportation."

"No transportation? A vessel of souls lies waiting at the beach of Kaladown. We asked Yorick for a vessel in trade for a few remains he could bury and lay to rest."

"Wouldn't it be strange for anyone to figure out finding a yordle riding a vessel from Yorick towards the Shadow Isles?"

"That might be the case, but we have no option. Using any void transportation would leave a mark behind for him."

"Let's hope he returns with the Eye of the Watchers safely. We don't want it lying on his corpse for anyone to collect later on."

"Yeah, our hope lies on this yordle for now."

"What do you plan to do with after he delivers the Eye?"

"I'll add him to our ranks permanently."

"Can't wait to show him the ropes." Kha'zix and Malzahar both laugh.

"A vessel of souls?"

"This looks like one that belongs to Yorick, Battle Mistress."

"Indeed. This one definitely belongs to Yorick."

"Mistress, I'm hearing footsteps. We must hide before we are seen."

"That is the logical option." Sivir and her Battlemaidens quickly make their way to the forest, hiding themselves from view. "Now we wait."