"Good morning... or afternoon... or whatever time it is, Void Prophet."
There is a blonde summoner leaning against the doorway, a half-nervous, half-mischievous grin on his face. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his robe. He seems eager but slightly apprehensive at the same time.
"So, uh, I got a bunch of questions for you, if you don't mind. Do you sleep floating? Why do you always hide your face? Can you show me one of your voidlings? I never get to see those things outside of the Fields of Justice."
He pauses, looking slightly sheepish now. "Sorry if I'm bombarding you with questions. I'm just a little exciteable, I guess."
"We do not sleep, if we did instead of experiencing a couple of dreams, we see a thousand snippets of the future. Each as vivid as life itself, they flood over our mind and despite the power the void has given us, this body has its limits. So much information entering our consciousness would destroy this body. Before you think of this as a weakness know that we only suffer this from a natural and uninterrupted sleep. Instead we meditate, this we can accomplish while floating and works by channelling our powers to clear our mind of all things, so that this body may be rested."
Malzahar adjusted his scarf's ensuring they were tight across his face.
"There is great power in words it allows many to cast their spells, but to me it calls the void with every syllable. My essence is filled with the void's energies without proper 'protection' such energy can destroy the minds of mortal beings. Even on the fields, our unhampered scream can stop even the bravest of soldier in his steps and damage the very soul of his being."
Turning to one of the strange markings on the ground Malzahar began to chant something, his words were alien unrecognisable to any language on Valorn. As he continued to chant the ground seemed to begin to collapse in on itself as something was sucking the area out of existence. As he continued to do so a small purple ball began to form, swelling in size it grew larger and larger until a claw could be seen scratching to find land the voidling clambered out of its portal.
Once free, the strange purple sphere quickly collapsed into nothing, returning the area back to normal. Furthermore, many strange artefacts within the prophets chamber began to glow a purple hue. At first the voidling looked at Malzahar, its three eyes blinking independently from one another, but then it turned to Jadoth and with a high pitch clinking scream charged at the man with frightening speed. Once nearer it leapt at him all four claws ready to embed themselves in the man's legs.
"The creature you call 'voidling' is a simple creature of the void small enough to slip through the cracks of this world it hunts down its enemies with little regard for its safety."
The voidling was no suspended in mid air its legs still trying to claw its way over to the summoner. Malzahar was holding it there with his telekinesis.
"Unfortunately there is something in Runeterra that greatly accelerates its metabolism causing it to grow wildly within seconds."
With that the voidling swelled to twice its size, legs stretched out trying to reach the summoner.
"Soon after that the lack of food causes it to lash out, feral in its attempt to saturate its lust for food."
Swinging wildly the large voidling began clawing once more but far more rapidly than before suddenly its legs dropped low it fell still.
"And then they die, a shame really we think, but they are a very numerous within the void."
With a far briefer cast Malzahar returned the now dead voidling to the void."
"We believe that was all of your questions."