"I'll make my new home here!"
Despir'thoth grins, shifting to her true form, the giant, pregnant looking, twin scorpion tailed, dragon faced, Oily black hair, tentacle fingers with barbs on the end, 10 feet tall VoidLord now revealed. She flexes her massive, scaled wings, both sets.
"In our first foothold in this world, This shall be where all things Void transpire on Runeterra!"
((Setting time! Icathia, where only the greatest of mages may tread, and many of those would never wish to. Without a guide, no non magically gifted human may find this ruinous city state that once betrayed the world itself.
Sprawling towers lined with fleshy protrusions, hives burrowed deep into the earth, turning it purple and black, humming with voidlings and voidspawn. Lesser and Greater Voidborne leading their forces in training, cobblestone walls, adorned with spiked and lashing tentacles. This is the dreaded fallen land, Icathia, where the void seeks to open the rift to Runeterra fully. Whether this be the ruinous end war of Ekidna, Cho'Gath, and Origin, or a neutral gateway intended by Shala, Despir'Thoth and Omen is unknown to all but the Vordlords themselves. ))