A/N: Added cover image, everything here belongs to Riot Games. If I owned League the balancing would be - different.
Nature had only one rule: only the fittest survive. It shared that rule with the Void.
A dying camel brays weakly, leg broken too precisely to be by mere chance. Its masters looked upon apathetically as the creature weakly limped forward. Their dark purple robes swayed without a breeze, whispering in archaic words to summon the Devils they worshiped from their homes beneath the earth
The ground trembles. The Gods have arrived.
The Xer'Sai dorsal crests peeking out of the desert like the fins of a great fish. Torches are extinguished one by one, leaving only moonlight to illuminate the dying animal laying on its side. Ravenous, the monsters tear into the offered flesh without thought or hesitation: their summoners bowing in prostration.
Only one man remained standing.
The Prophet reached skyward, shouting in the old tongue of Icathia. Answering his call, the hand of his God tore through the night: carving through reality to reveal the lavender sea hidden behind the veil. Oblivious, the Xer'Sai squabble over a bit of flesh; unaware of their true purpose on this cold night.
A feral scream shatters the song as it reaches a crescendo.
With one bite, dozens of hatchlings are crushed beneath rows of serrated teeth. Defying all of their instincts, the Xer'Sai retreat into the safety of the sands: evading the claws and jaws of the newly summoned Child. Roaring in anguish, the titan slams countless legs into the ground: jabbing at the sand like a child throwing a tantrum.
"Welcome."
The Void had asked him to deliver one of her children, he had provided the way.. The titan looks down apathetically to his role in its deliverance, licking its lipless toothy jaws.
It wanted more.
The Prophet looks to his followers, a plethora of the expendables of Shuriman society.
Wanderers, beggars and transients from all corners of society- united in their service towards a greater purpose. They had nothing left to lose, and under his guidance; had arrived on this night knowing full well how it would end. His flock kneel in unison, laying themselves bare before the titan.
The meaning of their gesture is clear to even the newborn, drool dripping from its gaping jaws in anticipation. It lunges forward, and the prophet does not move to stop it.
Eventually, the crunching of bones and flesh comes to an end.
Meal finished, the Child roars ravenously - leaving only one before scrambling deeper into the Sai Kahleek. No Xer'Sai dared to attack it despite its noisy footsteps.
The old man looks to the prophet for guidance, expression between disappointment and fear, but the Prophet had no need for wasted flesh. He stretches a robed hand, finger touching the kneeling man between the temples. Sparks fly from his fingers and into the eyes of his student: the old man groaning as his eyes sparked with violet light.
"Rest, my disciple."
With a swipe of his hand, the prophet sent the corpse into the Void. Such a shame, to think that his flock would not bear witness to the fruit of all their efforts. Then again, their purposes had been fulfilled: just as his had been.
Malzahar folded his arms behind his back, summoning another portal behind him. Destiny had arrived, and he would be its harbinger. The human inside of him faltered ever so slightly at the idea of death, but it was an idea Malzahar had come to accept long ago.
His work was so close to fruition.
Elsewhere
Her armor tightened around her skin.
Kai'Sa had been counting the stars when the lavender glow snaked across her scales, pulsing uneasily. Her first instinct is to look for any enemies: but the desert remained as calm and empty as it did before. Slowly, her cannons dulled. The huntress took a deep breath, a claw idly scratching across her chest.
A crawling dread emerges from the depths of her soul.
She was not unfamiliar with this feeling, but Kai'Sa could not help but spare a glance at her new traveling companion. The Piltovan snored, unaware of her dilemma. He rolled onto one side, keeping his arms and legs spread on the sand like a starfish. It was a funny sight: but not enough to improve her mood.
Something was coming.