Wait! That those brown pants. That yellow hair...Malzahar's eyes widened. The titanic form of Ezreal the explorer was briskly making his way down the hallway, casually looking at his glove. Would Ezreal even notice him at this size? Malzahar had to try, if he was going to hope to get back to normal fast.
Taking a deep breath, the prophet clasped his hands together and positioned himself to one side of the hallway. The problem was, Ezreal was so absorbed in whatever was on his glove that he wasn't watching where he was going, much less the side of the wall Malzahar was against.
Maybe Malzahar could hitch a ride. Ezreal was walking pretty slowly. There were plenty of options.
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