Little do they know, this only helps Malzahar in shepherding the coming of the end.
As followers of “the Prophet” grow in number, nearby settlers are said to experience malefic visions grasping at their hearts, and fear gives rise to superstition-even the hardy villagers of the far wastes now make offerings of livestock to appease the voidling creatures below. In the years since, Malzahar’s legend has spread even to the northern ports. Within a matter of months, strange rumors began to travel with the merchant caravans rumors of men and women gladly sacrificing themselves to unseen powers, and of powerful quakes opening up the bedrock of Shurima in new fault lines hundreds of miles long. Before their astonished eyes, he used his new Void-given powers to rend the very earth itself, summoning chittering, nightmarish creatures to carry away any who dared to deny him. He would become the herald of the world’s salvation.Īmong the nomads of the deep desert, he found his first disciples. He had to return to the people, and spread word of the holy nothingness that would gladly embrace them, the willing and non-believers alike. He realized the future he had believed hidden from him all this time was in fact a vision of his true calling: to accelerate the world toward inevitable oblivion. When it is destroyed or expires, it will bounce to the ally with the lowest percent Health and renew. Malzahar had seen in the abyss an end to all the suffering he had witnessed in his mortal lifetime. At start of combat, the Sentinel with the most items (ties broken by highest Attack Speed) gains a shield that grants stacking Attack Speed. The lone figure that eventually strode out of Icathia was no longer just a man, but something greater. What lay in the darkness below brushed against the soul of the broken seer, only for an instant, and yet its strange and unknowable energies saturated his mind completely. That would have been the end of any other tale, and yet somehow Malzahar endured. There, gazing into the depths of a ragged abyss, Malzahar opened his unsteady mind, desperate for understanding. He could not know that he had arrived in Icathia, a lost city ravaged in the wars of a bygone age. He wandered far, until the sands turned to salt. Feverish visions began to plague his waking hours, along with otherworldly whispers of war and strife, and endless suffering.
He divined not just how callous people could be, but also how corrupt the world might yet become. By distancing himself from others, he was alone with his thoughts at last. Malzahar himself soon felt nothing but a sense of emptiness, finally relinquishing his mortal possessions and leaving Amakra for good.įor years, he roamed the land, from the trackless wastes of the lesser sai to the ruins of old Shurima. It was apparent to him that people were bound up in a never-ending cycle of pain, often of their own making, and no hopeful prophecy seemed able to break it. Increasingly disillusioned with his success, he noted the common disparities of wealth, and witnessed those unhappy with their lives acting out in spiteful violence against one another.
However, for all this, Malzahar could never see his own destiny. Soon, he began to receive patrons dressed not in dirtied sandals, but jeweled slippers. He used his second sight to predict who a curious cameleer might marry, or where throwing daggers would land in games of chance at the bazaar. He read fortunes in the gutter, for a coin or scraps of bread.Īs his auguries proved more and more accurate, his reputation grew. The only son of aging trinket peddlers, Malzahar did not realize his gift until his parents had already succumbed to a wasting sickness, leaving the young, traumatized boy to fend for himself on the city streets of Amakra. Lillia Dr.Beneath the glare of the Shuriman sun, there have always been those blessed with the power of foresight. Morgana Wukong Xin Zhao Jax Kai'Sa Karthus Samira Shen Fiora ZedĪnnie Diana Garen Master Yi Nocturne Senna Teemo Jayce Swain Vladimir Xayah Ziggs Aphelios Qiyana Rumble
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