The tiny yordle turns back at the vessel of souls in front of him.
"You are making a terrible mistake, Veigar." Sivir said, laying wounded on the ground.
"Stay out of my business, Battle Mistress. I have my orders and a prize to claim."
"He will grant you nothing but an empty bag of nothing. Malzahar is doing this for your own gains."
Veigar frowns at Sivir. His look was haunting to Sivir. "He will grant me the power he promised me. Do not mistrust Malzahar."
Sivir looks worried at Veigar. "It'd be best if you turned away. Either now, or once you've captured the Eye. He's gonna feed you to his beast once you're back."
"Shut your mouth!" Veigar yelled, causing black ravens, who were sitting on the top of the nearby trees, to fly away. One of them hovered around a little, with a left eye colored red and a necklace with a peculiar pattern. His staff pointed at Sivir directly. Her Chalicar had a massive crack through it, obtained by an attempt of blocking Veigar's Dark Matter. It still had some black dust on it. She knew that she couldn't use it again, not at this moment. "I have no plans of bringing this to Malzahar either.." Veigar muttered.
Sivir sighs in relief. "I expected as much. He is a tyrant that needs to be stopped."
Veigar lowered his staff. "I won't be able to myself. Once I've captured the Eye, I'll go and hide away, away from that cursed eye."
"I could assist you, if you insist." Sivir lends out her hand to the yordle. His hand hesitates to reach, until he stops himself and his look went back to focus. He turned around and looked back at the vessel. A portal was forming, with a dark shadow forming inside it. "Hide, hide in the forest. I'll come back." Veigar whispered in Sivir's direction, before a creature was manifested out of the portal. Kha'zix, who has returned from recovery after his lost battle with Nasus, has been called to inform him.
"Orders from the High Prophet himself. You'd better hurry up, or you'll lose your prize."
"I had to finish business with the Battle Mistress. She won't be telling the word back to the Emperor."
"Good work. Now, make your way to the Eye on the Isles. No more hinderences."
Veigar nods and enters the vessel. Kha'zix returned through the portal, which closes shortly after. Veigar looks back at the forest, where Sivir gives him the thumbs up and retreats back further into the forest. He smiles and leaves the coast in the vessel.
"The yordle made it's way out. He smited all of my Battlemaidens with one spell. I managed to block it using the Chalicar." The Emperor looked a little dissappointed. "But there's nothing to worry about. Veigar has alterior motives." Azir looked back up at Sivir, confused.
"What motives?"
Sivir smiles. "He isn't planning to deliver the Eye to Malzahar. He has no interest in dealing with the Void Prophet." Azir smiles happily at Sivir.
"That is great to hear. Malzahar will then be trying to deal with Veigar instead of us." Sivir looks a little sad and dissappointed at Azir after that statement. "We will be assisting him, do not worry, Mistress."
"So, once Malzahar finds out that Veigar will not bring him the Eye, we have more time to pre-" Sivir's sentence was cut off as the ceiling of the temple falls down. The top was coated in purple dust.
Sivir runs outside while Azir hovers through the gap. Their vision was scattered by the endless members of the Void Council. Hundreds of purple-colored weapon-wielding soldiers in perfect formation, running through the inner section of the Shuriman Empire. Lines upon lines of mages casting dark spells in the direction of the Sun Disc. And in the back, in the sand-colored dust, was a glowing purple blob.
"This cannot be…" Sivir looked at the army with a stunned gaze and open mouth. "Sivir, are you battle-ready? Azir looked Sivir right in her eyes. It scared her just a little bit.
"Yes, my Emperor." Azir nods at Sivir and raises his staff, which starts to glow at the tip.
"To be attacked at this moment. Quite clever of you, Malzahar." Sivir looks down at the battlefield, where out from the sand came many sand-made soldiers to fight the intruders. Sivir picked up her Chalicar, nodded at Azir and jumped down the stairs, throwing her glowing Chalicar. The weapon hits multiple in it's course, and then bounces off another to return towards it's owner. Azir and Sivir hold their stand against the endless army of the Prophet.