"4 days. That is when your request will be completed."

"I thank you, Star Forger."

"However," The voice turned towards a deeper tone. "Do not forget your end of the bargain. If you dare betray me, you and your kind will face certain extinction."

"Oh, Star Forger, I would not dare to turn on you." Spitting out those words made Malzahar feel wrong inside. "For that we have no might to conquer such a powerful celestial creature." The celestial dragon narrowed his eyes, his glare piercing through Malzahar's eyes, before backing off. "I will return you to your realm. Whatever you wish to achieve with it, use it carefully."

"I wish you good luck on your travels throughout the cosmos, Star Forger."

Aurelion Sol returned Malzahar back to his throne room in The Void and continued his search for more celestial beings.

"How did your begging for power go, High Prophet? Was the enslaved dog in a good mood?" A chittering voice called out to Malzahar. "Do not dare to undermine me nor Aurelion Sol. He has eyes everywhere. If I were you, Kha'zix, I'd be careful with my words or you'll end up like the rotten remains of Karul's 104th Legion." The spiked bug grinned. "When will our next Invasion take place, High Prophet? The Star Guardians are slowly rebirthing and there's been no report of our little scrying orb." Malzahar stops moving and creates a small singularity at Kha'zix' location. The bug leapt away with fright in his eyes. "Veigar will return soon. After all, all he craves for, is unlimited power." Malzahar continues walking towards the massive opening in the clouds. In the distance, a planet was floating in the nothingness of space. "The First Star is among them. Reborn. Commited to one thing: Our demise." Malzahar turned around and spoke in a loud and clear voice. "Prepare for the 174th Invasion of Planet 3C8GJ1, Codename: Runeterra. Kha'zix, I want you to travel to Ica'thia. We're gonna need our elite squad back again."

"As you wish, High Prophet." Kha'zix gathered a small group of Khathian Hunters and leapt towards the surface of Runeterra with great speed.

"High Emperor!" A voice blurted throughout the palace halls. "High Emperor, the Void are invading once mo-" The hesitant voice was cut off by a loud sound. An Ascended rose from the throne. "Wake the sleeping Guardian. Send the Battle Mistress to the kingdom of mortals. We must rally against our greatest foe once again. For this time, we might end it all." It only took seconds after Azir's orders that the Guardian of the Sands had entered the palace halls. "Nasus, command an army towards Ica'thia. We must prevent Malzahar from reforming the greatest threat that the united Runeterra has ever faced. Whatever Malzahar is up to now, it cannot be any good."

"High Emperor, while resting, my mind came across a vision. A grand army led by Malzahar and his elite squad marching towards Runeterra. Kingdoms were destroyed and armies were left broken. And just when the Rune Mage gathered our only hope, the Forger of Stars broke Runeterra into shattered dust."

"Do you happen to know how this came to be?"

"A yordle, tainted by the Void, was sent on a mission to collect an artifact. An artifact located in the Shadow Isles. The Eye of the Watchers. Once he brought this to Malzahar, he infused the yordle with its immense power to reform the opposition to the First Star herself."

"And who might this yordle be?"

"The yordle goes by two names. He is most commonly known as Veigar. Less commonly however, is his title. The Tiny Master of Evil."

"Veigar...Always hungry for more power. We can't allow this cretin to collect the Eye and bring it to Malzahar. The First Star will reform and will banish the Void forever."

"What do you wish for me to do, High Emperor?"

"For now, command an army towards Ica'thia. We need to repel their attack. We cannot afford for them to reform their elite squad.

"But what about Veigar?"

"I will contact the Battle Mistress. She will lead a small infiltration towards the Shadow Isles to cut him off. He won't get away this time."

"Good luck, High Emperor." The voice of the Guardian was clearly on a sadder tone.

"Don't worry, Nasus. She'll be fine."

With a hidden smile growing on Nasus' face, the Guardian of the Sands set off to his barracks to gather his own army. Azir knew that Nasus cared about Sivir. He treated her like she was his daughter. "This time, Malzahar, I will stop you for good." Azir mumbled to himself. "There is no way that you will recreate that monstrosity from thousands of years ago. The monstrosity that awakened the fuel of Xerath's choices to forcefully interrupt the Ascension ritual. That creature will not come to fruition again. The united army of Runeterra will put an end to your dark campaign."

Azir glanced at the clouds of shadow in the nothingness of space. "We will put an end to your dark campaign."