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I apologize for the delay.

Arise, you pathetic excuse for a Summoner!

Groaning, Devon Castel sat up and rubbed the exhaustion from his sleep-weary eyes. He sure had one strange nightmare.

Come to me at once. I require your presence. Do not keep me waiting!

"Ugh, I'm up, Mom. I'll be there in a minute," he replied, still rather drowsy due to the abrupt awakening after a night of restless sleep.

Then it hit him. That voice in his head was not his mother's. Wait, Rek'Sai, is that you? he inquired, utilizing the basic telepathy technique all Summoners learn in order to communicate with their chosen Champions. Devon hoped the connection had been executed flawlessly. His memory still was a little hazy...

Of course, you lack-wit! In case you've forgotten, you belong to me now. Hurry up! Apparently, the Queen was not one for patience.

Trying to hold back his laughter at the imperiousness in the Void Burrower's mental tone, Devon quickly got dressed and rushed to the source of his unexpected wakeup call. He never noticed the small, bloodstained hole on the chest portion of his sleepwear.

Jogging through the now-familiar Champions' wing of the sprawling Institute of War, Devon only noticed a few Champions awake. There was Garen, carefully observing the halls for misconduct or threats to his Prince. There was Akali, coming back inside from the nearby training court. And finally there was Pantheon, patiently waiting beside the door to Leona's quarters.

Devon had always admired the stoic Rakkoran for his faithfulness and dedication to the Solari woman. That's how I will treat Rek'Sai, he vowed. After all, she was his new Queen.

Approaching the section of the Champions' wing set aside for Void creatures and other unsavory characters, Devon scanned the walls for the Void Burrower's chamber. And there it was, on the left just past Kha'Zix's room. He quietly opened the door after gently knocking, only to be greeted to what was, to him, an appalling sight.

Rek'Sai was certainly not known for her patience. As queen of her people for the last thousand years, she had come to expect prompt obedience to her commands. After all, there are many hazards to living in the unforgiving desert surrounding ancient Icathia.

What is taking so long? the Void Burrower wondered. She grew more and more irritated with each passing moment her Summoner was not present. Her species was highly social, relying on each other to survive. Whether she admitted it or not, she was very lonely.

Of course, there was the matter of the... sensitive information that the oddly silver-haired young man had unknowingly gleaned from her mind. Malzahar had contacted her earlier, informing Rek'Sai of his actions in ensuring the Void's mission remained a secret. This also came with a warning, to not let the Void within her come into contact with the Void shard buried within Devon. Doing so could potentially have disastrous effects, or so the Prophet said.

After several minutes of waiting, the door to her chamber finally opened after a few taps from Devon that unknowingly translated into "Look here" in the language of her species, much to the Void Burrower's amusement. And then, the new Summoner beheld the terrible accommodations that had been provided for her, and which she had been forced to put up with until his arrival.

Rek'Sai was confined to a small cage in the center of the room. The structure of steel bars completely restricted her movement.

You certainly took your time, didn't you? the Queen asked, all traces of impatience vanished in the presence of her Summoner. Would you kindly free me from these insufferable confines?

Devon was quick to react, recognizing the cage as a magic construct created by another Summoner. After a hasty application of energy to the Summoner talisman hidden under his robes, he was able to instantly dispel the cage with a wave of his hand.

In a flash, Devon found himself pinned to the floor by a large, clawed hand gripping his neck. Staring into the sightless, split-jawed face of his captor, the Summoner was too startled and afraid to react.

Listen to me, for I will only say this once, Rek'Sai said with a serious tone. As much as you Summoners may think us of the Void belong to you, you now belong to me. As such, I require strict obedience, without any questioning and in a timely manner. Otherwise, I will not obey your guidance when we compete on Summoner's Rift.

Due to his terror, the words of the Queen's speech were instantly engraved into Devon's mind. He realized that she was no different than the other champions of the League, who lived lives of their own outside of battles on the Rift. With this in mind, his fear and discomfort quickly evaporated.

Shooting the creature over him a confident grin that reminded her of much earlier days, Devon replied, "Of course! Anything for you, my Queen."