Hey guys! Just wanna say how much you guys mean to me, for reading my story and staying with me so far. I hope you stay through the whole things and have a great day!

P.S. last chapter was supposed to be the prologue. Sorry, forgot to write it down.

(All characters unless otherwise named are property of Riot Games)

Chapter 1- The Lair of the Beast

As the magus landed next to his temple, large plumes of sand erupted from ground. Like something out of an action movie

Sticking out of the endless dunes stood a simple Scarab beetle. Not anything new in the desert. Until Xerath crushed it beneath his heel, sending cairns of shimmering arcane energy into the surrounding sand. A deep rumble shook the ground beneath him, summoning a large obsidian door with a solid gold trim. The doorframe was engulfed in a blue glow as many old Shuriman runes flared to life.

Gripping the door handles which we're carved to look like suns, he heaved the mighty doors and threshed down a singular stair case, the only light being emanated from himself. Lower and lower he went, flying down the endless stairs, gaining more and more speed. The faster he flew the more glow his body produced, as if he were charging himself. Another set of runes flowed through the air, twirling around him like a dancers ribbons. Up ahead was simply the end of the stairs. A blank and foreboding wall. Yet as he gained more momentum, the runes each expanded until the engulfed him in a soft cyan light. Right as his not was about to collide with the wall, he vanished. The only evidence of his presence were the few cyan tinted cinders floating and settling on the staircase

Inside a large room lay piles upon piles of hordes gold and other treasures. Several midnight black obsidian pillars with delicate gold trim stood on either side of the room, leading down until the back wall. Each were easily breaching the 50 foot mark before reaching the ceiling. Although, in the middle of the room stood a pillar easily 20 meters in diameter.

The bottom quarter of the pillar was hollowed out, with a perfect half circle cut into the side, revealing the chained body of a beast of extraordinary strength. Chains of sparking arcane energy bolted it to the ground. The creature writhed and let out a series of deep and threatening snarls. It repeatedly clamped its jaws on the chains with enough force to crack the obsidian pillars within the room, only rewarding itself with nothing but constant jolts of pain trough out its body. The floor and walls were riddled with scratch marks, and chips of the enchanted stone were strewn all about

The roars of the chained creature rang throughout the rectangular rom, the vibrations rattling a few coins and trinkets off of the top of their piles. All the wealth was accumulated through offerings from the civilization of Shurima to the magus. Pledges of loyalty and offerings of sorrow, pleading for mercy. Despite the physical tons of gold and precious gems, the sheer size if the room left it with a constant empty feeling. Racks upon racks of mighty weapons were hung along the walls, from swords and daggers to maces and scythes.

When the magus appeared at the front of the tomb in a flash of blue light, he paid little attention to this all. All he cared enough for to acknowledge was the very thing that is knelt down to his power.

"The day is coming near Renekton," He chuckled, kneeling before his prisoner. "You will prove your worth..."

With that, he picked himself up and floated his way over to an ancient pharaoh's sarcophagus resting on the back wall. Raising his index fingers, he traced the jewel encrusted outline of the coffin, the lid dissolving into sand. Xerath stepped inside, the light of a symbol of Shurima traced in arcane energy illuminated the dank space. A slight indent laid in the center of the circle part of the symbol, lining perfectly with the ancient sarcophagus lining his body. The magus arranged himself so he faced the way he came, rested his feet on the indent, and clamped the sarcophagus shut around himself. The arcane magic flowing through the floor ran in tendrils onto the silent magus, transferring the power to him through writhing chains bound to his person.

"It will happen," He murmured. His spectral voice echoing in the large area, creating a melody coinciding with the drips of water and the skittering of rats. "They'll all learn. They'll all see. Xerath will be seen for the true power he is!"

You made it! Thanks again so much for reading and I will catch you all later! keep on swimmin guys!