Non-cannon Void Invasion Story... part 6

Sorry this one's a bit short guys, but I don't want to keep you all waiting for weeks and weeks for more content. This part gives a gruesome finale to the Noxian's stand against the Void. More content should follow as we journey to other parts of Runeterra. Again, please feel free to leave feedback, comments, etc.

Part 6

“Leave the doctor to me… he should prove useful for breaking their spirits when we get to Summoners Rift,” spoke the goddess. “For now, testing the spirit of a demon will have to suffice.” “We obey the goddess, high priestess of Nagakabouros the one and only,” spoke those around Illaoi as they spread out to fulfill their assigned tasks.These were the most elite void troops to portal to Runeterra. If one were to walk into the highest level of a tabletop rpg quest and attempt to complete it as a party of level 1 players perhaps that person would have some understanding of the danger that now strode its way to crush such a pitiful force as the Noxians had brought to bear. “You shall serve as witness for the divine power of Nagakabouros the infinite,” spoke Illaoi as she finally waded her way through piles of corpses, blood, and other bodily fluids to reach where the Noxian commander High Lord Swain stood - continuing to defy her god’s decree. “We have slain divine beings before goddess,” spoke the demon within with a sneer. “You shall be no different, if but perhaps a bit uglier than the rest of them,” he continued as his head spun about its body to face her all while his body remained facing the other direction… still calling forth talons with which to crack open his enemies until their carapaces shattered and blood splashed out as one would see if he dropped a glass jar of tomato paste off a high cliff and then stood at the bottom to watch it hit. If not for that blasphemous disrespect - Nagakabouros was not a mere divine being nor even just a god… he was the god that ruled over all other gods with fear - Illaoi may have considered sparing him. Well that and the fool had made a pact with a demon which were not to be tolerated under any circumstance. The battle was going well and didn’t really require her immediate attention now, but he’d pissed her off enough with his insult to her god that she no longer desired to prolong their impending duel for her amusement. Illaoi tersely replied, “your insult to THE NAGAKABOUROS has earned you a swift death mortal scum.” “Fool,” spat Swain as he turned his body to face her, “open your eyes. I have slain hordes of your people including your vel’kai general here and show no worse for the wear. I do not slay you in one swift strike and leave myself open to someone quick enough to dodge my spells. I am death by a thousand cuts. Every time I make you bleed, the damage you have done to me is restored. Every strike I land saps your strength a little more until you have no blood left to give, no soul left to save. Don’t you see fool, you can’t wear me down.” Staring into an even more frightening and intimidating sight than the face with which Swain had spoken to Garen, Illaoi did not even flinch. On her inside no icy fear was kept hidden unlike those who had stared into Swain’s - or perhaps the demon’s - eyes before. A simple gesture forwards with her arm. A toss upwards. A swipe to the side.

Elsewhere on the battlefield lines had broken. Units were in complete disarray. At least ‘friendly’ (Garen was still fighting with Noxians) units were... These new soldiers who’d entered the battlefield with tentacle lady and spread themselves out amongst the platoons and battalions of void troops were something else. Garen estimated they outnumbered leaders of Noxian forces about 10 to 1 at least as far as tide-swinging ability were concerned. He could fight one of them toe-to-toe and come out ahead… barely. But could the average Noxian or Demacian for that matter? Not a chance. And they seemed to bolster the fighting ability of vel’kai, kha’zai, cho’gai, and other void creatures around them beyond mere inspiration. Like their strength, speed, and/or durability were actually physically enhanced too. Facing the third such being today, this one a hulking giant with three limbs and a kraken-like maw in the center of its body, Garen raised his bruised and aching arms to block another blow as he was driven slowly backwards.Thump. He felt himself bump into someone. The clink of armor reassured him that it was at least a friendly as he had yet to see any void creatures utilizing armor. Risking a glance backwards between the steady blows meted out by the creature, Garen saw it was none other than his ‘Noxian rival’ Darius. “We have to retreat,” Garen called out. “Nobody is going to listen to a Demacian here, but they’d listen to you Darius. Give the call and we might salvage some of the Noxian army and make for the Rift.” In a fitting rage, Darius yelled back, “you’re staying here weakling. I suggest you get out of my way if you don’t want to die.” Transferring his bleed stacks from his foe to Garen’s, he swung his axe down with a rending cleave. Garen’s former foe - he was now defending Darius’s back from the monster the Noxian had just been fighting - was split in two. Spinning back, he swung a quick blow to the exposed side of the monster as Garen blocked two of it’s swinging blades as it brought them down to try to stab them both. Having reached max hemorrhage, Darius again readied his finishing blow… Noxian guillotine. Again he swung, rending through three fourths of this monster. It took him another two tugs to extract his axe… he had to admit, even he was tiring. As another three void creatures tossed aside Noxians around them to turn to the duo, Garen and Darius looked up. With just a simple gesture, a distant figure could be seen rising high into the air… impaled on a tentacle. The winged bird-like figure could be none other than High Lord Swain. The duo… Noxian and Demacian… looked on in a sickening mix of awe and horror as Swains body flew free from the end of the tentacle and was then smashed from the side by another one. The impact looked like a giant asteroid disintegrating as the body of the Noxian general sprayed across the battlefield from a height few buildings in all of Runeterra rose to. “Maybe it is time to fall back,” rumbled Darius. “But don’t go thinking I’m doing this because it was your idea hot shot. I make my own plans.”