The Glory of Noxus.

Kennesser.

In the shadows of a dark corner.

A tall figure wrapped from head to toe in a rag-like robe stood quietly there.

The Shurimans passing by were somewhat afraid of this monster-like existence, and chose to avoid it when they saw it from afar.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, the tall figure's sculpture-like body began to tremble slightly.

He seemed to have sensed something, and looked towards the west with a sharp gaze. Endless wisdom and power lingered in his deep pupils.

After a while.

He withdrew his gaze, regained his composure, and continued to wait in the shadow of the corner.

As time goes by.

The scorching sun hanging in the clear sky gradually sank to the west and finally disappeared completely below the desert horizon.

Instead, night falls, bringing with it a cool breath, sweeping across the oasis and taking away the heat and dryness of the day.

The tall figure felt the cool air coming, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his face hidden under the stretched turban.

He just hurried on in the darkness and was unwilling to face the sunlight.

His monster-like appearance would keep anyone who caught a glimpse of him away.

Even though he once used his wisdom to guide the Shurima Empire to continue hundreds of years of prosperity.

Except for one person, he will always follow behind.

The tall figure walked out of Kennesor and headed along a route that had been planned long ago.

The desert night wind howled over the decaying land, with no trace of the prosperity of past Shurima.

I don’t know how much time passed, but a little boy walked out from the dim darkness behind him.

"Nasus, look over there in the distance, over the sea of ​​sand."

The boy skipped to the front of the tall figure and looked up at the face wrapped in a turban. His tone was cheerful.

Nasus lowered his eyes and could not see the boy's face clearly, but he always felt a sense of familiarity.

Above the silent desert wilderness, the bright stars are guiding the two travelers.

Nasus, the great dog-headed ascended being, a being comparable to gods, took off his tangled rag-like robe, revealing the golden armor of an ascended being.

He walked slowly with the boy, ignoring the chilly night wind.

Maybe it’s because he’s a boy.

Nasus is regaining a little bit of his self-exiled consciousness, and the memories buried deep in his soul are also reviving.

He scratched his gray skin, then slowly raised his head and looked up at the night sky.

The climate in the desert at night is unpredictable, with strong winds and dust filling the sky at times.

But the stars in the night sky always exist.

“The seasons are changing, and the hottest sun is about to arrive,” said Nasus, his voice a little low and hoarse.

He stretched out a hand and placed it on the boy's shoulder. Although his face could not be seen clearly, his elegant lines were faintly visible.

That is the bloodline from ancient Shurima.

"I know you, but I can't quite remember."

A struggle appeared in Nasus's wise eyes. For the past few hundred years, he had always been burdened with a heavy sense of guilt.

He wandered quietly among the empty ruins, watching the desert gradually swallow up the traces of his homeland, mourning everything that was gone.

But not long ago, the emperor's tomb buried underground was rediscovered by mortals and its seal was opened.

He couldn't explain why, but he knew in his heart that the existence in the seal would be free.

Nasus looked at the boy traveling with him, and a sense of satisfaction rose in the heart of this ancient god-warrior.

"We can reach the Astrology Tower before dawn, but we have to climb up first." The boy turned his head and said softly.

The Astrology Tower is very close, in the sand dune area near Vikaula.

Nasus carried his long-handled battle axe on his back and climbed up the cliff using both hands alternately.

The climb was perfect as he remembered it, and every grip he made was a relief, so death-tempting.

Beside him, the boy also scrambled up the cliff, his agility allowing him to take advantage of every indentation in the rock face.

"If I let go and accept death, what will happen to this innocent child?"

The sudden thought made Nasus unable to let it go.

A gray mist shrouded the upper part of the cliff, and each wisp twisted like a small mountain road through the narrow crevices of the rock.

The boy reached the top first, followed closely by Nasus.

They had not gone far when they suddenly heard the sound of metal hitting rock in the dark night, and the sound of people talking in the fog.

Their accents were familiar.

Nasus frowned and had a bad feeling in his heart.

The well in the Astronomy Tower occasionally attracted vagrants, but never at such a late hour.

The boy didn't dare to move, his fear was obvious.

"Why is there no fire?" the boy asked.

Hiss! Hiss!

The neighing of horses broke the silence of the night, and then a lantern was lit, illuminating a group of people who had been waiting for a long time.

Nasus' eyes narrowed. Although the seven people in front of him did not draw their scimitars, their eyes revealed their experience in martial arts.

Moreover, there are fluctuations of magical energy in the bodies of the seven of them. They are obviously extraordinary beings and are good at coordinated combat.

"who are you?"

Nasus' bad premonition is gradually coming true.

"My name is Malouf."

The man on horseback in the front said, looking at Nasus, who was as tall and strong as a monster, his pupils full of fear.

"We are sent by the Emperor and are waiting for you here."

"I?"

Nasus took a step forward, revealing his uncontrollable rage.

"Is he seeking recognition? Let me tell you, there is no chance he will ever become Emperor of Shurima."

The boy also took a step forward provocatively, as if he had been with Nasus for a long time.

Malouf and his men rode their horses back a step. Under the lanterns, their long shadows concealed their attacking posture.

"You can go back after delivering the letter." said the boy.

Malouf dismounted and came forward.

He reached a calloused hand into his shirt pocket and pulled out a dark amulet attached to a black necklace.

The amulet's geometric shape evoked images of magic and destruction in Nasus' mind.

"Emperor Xerath has sent an invitation. We will serve as your servants and go together to welcome his arrival."

"Advent?"

Malouf's words hit Nasus like a hammer breaking glass.

Is the seal broken? Is he about to break free?

The boy beside him immediately half-knelt down, picked up a big stone, and shouted loudly.

"Die!"

Bang!

The boy threw the stone into the night sky with all his strength, and the stone drew an aggressive arc that was about to break Malouf's bones.

"Rekton, stop!"

Seeing this, Nasus suddenly shouted loudly, trying to stop the boy's actions.

"Rekton?"

Malouf looked puzzled. Nasus was the only one on the top of the mountain. Could there be someone else hiding?

He immediately realized something, abandoned his disguise, and returned to his horse.

At this time, Nasus seemed to come to his senses, with a look of regret on his face.

The truth begins to destroy the illusion!

"No"

He immediately reached out to grab the boy.

But the boy had already slipped into the shadows of memory and melted into the starlit plain.

"Goodbye, brother!"

Nasus dropped his arms limply and whispered softly.

Da da! Da da!

The sound of horse hooves rang out, and Zerath's followers scattered, their horses sensing danger and sniffing nervously.

"Kill him!"

Malouf looked resolute. He immediately tightened the reins, drove his horse, and drew his sword to stab Nasus in the side.

He was so tall that the machete could only touch his waist.

Sonorous!

The blade covered with arcane energy shattered directly, and tiny fragments pierced into Malouf's body. The intense pain ravaged his soul along his nerves.

An arm with a golden arm guard crushed the blade easily, and the remaining force hit Malouf's body.

"You shouldn't break my memories. I haven't seen him for a long time. I miss him so much."

Nasus looked up at the people on the top of the mountain and slowly walked towards them.

Malouf was badly injured and fell to the cold ground, coughing up blood.

He could only watch as Nasus shattered his body until darkness wiped out his consciousness.

Without stopping, Nasus simply took a step forward, walked to the next rider, and pulled him off the saddle.

A light punch ripped out the internal organs, wiped out the life, and the broken body was thrown into the darkness with great pain.

"Run away, this guy is weird, he's a lunatic!" The riders on horseback shouted in horror when they saw the miserable state of their companions.

“Not crazy anymore.” Nasus stretched out his right hand and pointed at the fleeing riders.

Buzz!Buzz!

The air trembled, and suddenly bursts of strange fragrance wafted out.

It's the flower of death!

Behind Nasus, it rotated along a purple path, then bloomed and covered the entire top of the mountain.

All of a sudden!

The fleeing riders seemed to have lost their souls. Their bodies were withered and their skin was wrinkled like wet parchment.

Each person's chest slowly collapsed inward like rotten fruit, until only a spine was vaguely visible.

The battle is over!

Nasus walked over to Malouf's broken body, bent down, and picked up the dark amulet tied to the black necklace.

"Zerath!"

He looked towards Vikola not far away, memories appearing in his deep eyes.

Thousands of years ago, he personally sealed Xerath and his brother into unfathomable darkness, isolating them from the world forever.

Now, for the first time, a glimmer of hope emerged in his heart.

I wonder if he dares to believe that he will see his dear brother again——

Renekton!

But before that, Nasus had to do one thing first, which was to meet Xerath.

"I have watched for thousands of years. We are entering a time of reckoning and judgment."

Before leaving, Nasus looked back at the astrology tower, smelled the arcane energy on it, and gained insight into the secrets hidden within.

He took out the long-handled battle axe on his back, and the blade of the axe reflected the falling starlight.

He gripped the axe handle tightly, feeling his past fighting skills flooding into his mind and the power of the Ascendant in his body becoming active.

Sonorous!

The battle axe fell with the force of thunder, and the Astrology Tower collapsed instantly like a tree that had been violently cut down.

A huge noise echoed on the top of the mountain, stirring up a cloud of dust that covered Nasus' tall body.

After the dust settled, Nasus stood in front of the ruins, his expression calm, without a trace of fluctuation.

He gently brushed off the dust on his battle axe and put it back on his back.

In the distance, the outline of Vikaura loomed in the dawn light.

Nasus walked towards the city with firm steps.