Champion concept lore:feedback requested

This is lore for a champion concept of mine, kyanitseal, I'm looking for feedback on how to make it any better. Enjoy! >Disillusioned The Void, a place of horrors, and immense power. The appearance of it harkens imminent doom unless it is stopped. Despite these dangers, the icathian people worshipped the void, they erected statues of it's denizens, they offered sacrifices to them. And at one point, they defended their beliefs with some of the most powerful magic in existence, a world rune. The battle tore a hole between the worlds of the void and Runeterra, letting forth the void's energy. The people praised, yet their instincts took over as their gods emerged and began to massacre the people. Some fought back, some ran, most were eaten, but only one remained in the end, to prevent outsiders from entering the hell hole of icathia proper, and to prevent void creatures from causing havoc on the world.

Enchantment The world was crumbling around him, a warlock and his apprentice had entered Icathia and demanded their world rune, and an apocalypse had begun. The statues of his gods were being lifted into the air, the ground opened beneath him, and above him, a black, cloudy sky, with the only light coming from lightning striking the ground in explosive flashes. His leg was seared, his vision blurry, his left arm all but gone, but still he ran, ran to pray for the victory of Icathia. At the top of the temple, he turned, and saw the devastation of his home. A large sphere of energy surrounded the battling warlocks, inside it, he saw only rubble, being lifted to encase the two, beyond the sphere, lied his ruined world, not a building intact, not a soul to be seen. He turned back, tears rolling down his face, and prayed for Icathian victory.

Infestation Nothing lied untouched in Icathia, the outskirts of the city were charred, and the interior was magically charged. It became a maze of magical power, touching anything sent powerful arcane energy through his body. He stood on the precipice of disaster, where the epicenter of the catastrophe began, and wept. For the void had forsaken them all. His tears were only stopped by the horror of what was to come: The void was seeping through their realm. Creatures clawed at their new combined reality, screeching in pain as they felt the harsh rays of the sun, flinching every time they came into contact with the Magic-infused rubble of his home, and they hungered for food. The boy knew not what to do, besides run. He fled, running as quickly as he could. But he was cornered. He searched for a weapon, anything at all, that could protect him. A large two-handed blade lied beneath the claws of what looked like a cross between a shark and a wolf, but it was all he could use. Before he could grab it, his left arm stung with what felt like a spreading fire. A long, fluid-filled barb had been impaled into his limp arm, and the toxin was quickly climbing to the rest of his body. He shoved the creature away and planted the sword firmly in his shoulder. The arcane magic stopped the spread of the toxins, and actively cauterized his wound. He removed the sword and fought his way out, fleeing for his life, over time, he destroyed all the void creatures that had accosted him that day, and his left arm became fully infected by the void's influence.

Guardian As the archeologists approached the fabled land of icathia, they ignored every warning. Every time they saw a carcass, they merely walked past, they were approaching the town. Kyanitseal fired a warning shot, 3 spines at their feet should do it, but the men only inspected the barbs further. He knew he'd have to show his face. The men gasped in awe as a massive sword appeared at their feet, glowing brightly with ambient magic. It's owner soon followed it, dropping at least two stories from a high tree branch. He approached them, he had a grotesque arm, covered in scaly growths and a bright, undulating purple color, almost like it was breathing. A mixture of hate, regret, hope, and pain on his face appeared as he approached. He effortlessly took the blade in one arm and imbedded it into his shoulder, grunting in pain. He told the men what horrors lied inside the ruins of Icathia. The men refused to leave until a flash of light erupted from the town. They fled as fast as their legs would take them, the forest seeming to reach for them, and sounds unlike any other on Runeterra echoed through their skulls. Kyanitseal gritted his teeth, another monster had arisen, one more thing to keep inside Icathian walls.