Lightly breathing, his eyes opened and turned to the figure. The void being was deep in thought until the voice spoke to him; a normal one. The figure before him resembling someone familiar; Talon.

Kassadin tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, raising his arm slightly to allow the nether blade to appear for the other to inspect closer than usual in a peaceful manner. Eyes locked onto the blade at first and then at the assassin

“I suppose it is a bit.. odd as you say. But it is necessary with what my goal is. Fight fire with fire, and so this blade is forged of void essence. Your blades may do well against the void beings in the fields but outside this blade will prove to be more helpful.”