In Shurima, there is a figure walking aimlessly, he seems to have no set goal, no direction, everything is at a loss.

Nasus only travels in the dark, and he doesn't want to face the sun. The boy followed him.

He's been following for a long time

The monster-like appearance turned everyone who caught a glimpse of him away, except for the boy. Together, they have walked through the bustle of Shurima's ceases to exist, and Nasus's self-imposed exile is curtailing his consciousness little by little. The wind of the desert howls over the decaying land.

"Nasus, look, above the sea of sand," said the boy.

The stars above the barren wilderness are guiding the two travelers. The ancient canine-headed man has taken off the armor of the Ascendant. Those golden relics have been buried with history. Now Nasus is just a ragged hermit. He scratched his gray fur, then slowly raised his head to look up at the night sky.

"Piper," said Nasus, his voice low and hoarse. "It's going to be a change of season soon."

Nasus placed one hand on the boy's shoulder and looked at his sun-scorched face. He saw the elegant lines, which were from the ancient Shurima lineage, roughened by the long journey.

When it's your turn to worry, soon we'll find you a home. Roaming among the ruins left behind by a long-vanished civilization is not the life a child should have.

This is the nature of the universe. Ephemeral moments unfold into a cycle of eternal existence. This lingering axiom overwhelmed him, but it was not just an ordinary example of his countless self-reproaches. The truth is that if the boy continues to follow, it will inevitably be changed. Nasus's brow furrowed, his face filled with remorse. Their companionship evokes a sense of satisfaction in the depths of the ancient hero's psyche.

"We can reach the astrological tower before dawn. But we have to climb up first. The boy said.

The astrological tower is already very close. Nasus climbed the cliff with alternating hands, this climb fit perfectly with his memory, and every feeling of grasping it with his hands made him feel relieved, such a tempting death. Beside him, the boy climbed up as well, and his dexterity could take advantage of every depression in the rock wall.

If I let go and accept death, the thought of what would happen to this innocent child was something that Nasus couldn't let go.

The cliffs are half-shrouded in mist, each wisp winding through the narrow crevices like a small mountain road. The boy jumped to the top of the hill first, followed by Nasus.

In the distance, there was the sound of metal crashing against rocks, and the sound of people talking in the fog, their accents familiar. Nasus was shaken out of his fantasy.

The well of the astrological tower occasionally attracts nomads, but no nomad has ever been present here so close to the vernal equinox. The boy did not dare to move, his fear palpable.

"Why didn't there be a fire?" the boy asked.

The neighing of horses pierced the silence of the night.

"Who's there," the boy asked. His voice swept into the darkness.

Suddenly, a lantern lit up and illuminated a group of people. They are mercenaries, they are robbers.

The canine-headed man's eyes suddenly widened.

He saw seven people on the other side. The scimitars were unsheathed, but their eyes revealed the sophistication and cunning of martial arts.

"Where's the guardian?" asked Nasus.

"He fell asleep with his wife. The cool evening made them sleep early," replied one on horseback.

"Old dog, my name is Malouf," said another man on horseback. "We were sent by the Emperor."

Nasus took a step forward, revealing a rage he couldn't contain.

"Is he looking for a sense of identity, let me tell him? There were no emperors in this decadent age. Nasus said.

The boy also took a step forward in a challenging way. The men in black took a step back away from the lantern, long shadows obscuring their defensive stance.

"Go back when you're done," said the boy.

Marov dismounted and walked forward. He slipped a calloused hand into his shirt pocket and pulled out a dark amulet tied to a black necklace. The geometry of the amulet evoked images of magic and destruction in Nasus's mind.

"Emperor Zelas sent an invitation. We will be your servants. You are welcome to his new capital, Nerema."

The mercenary's words struck Nasus like a hammer of broken glass.

The boy immediately fell down on his knees and picked up a large stone.

"Die," the boy shouted.

"Take it," Malouf said.

The boy threw the stone into the air with all his might, drawing an aggressive arc that was about to smash the mercenary's bones.

"Reekton, don't," Nasus shouted.

The robbers abandoned their disguises. At this time, Nasus realized that the guardian and his wife were dead. Zelas's greetings will only be conveyed through cold steel. Truth begins to erode illusions.

Nasus reached for the boy. But the boy had already slipped into the shadows of his memories and dissolved into the starlit flats.

"Goodbye, brother," Nasus whispered.

The messengers of Zelas scattered in all directions, their horses sniffling nervously. The Ascendant is flanked on three sides. Marlouf didn't hesitate, he drew his knife and stabbed Nasus sideways. The Ancient Curator's body was torn apart by the pain. The man on horseback tried to pull his weapon back, but he didn't move. A hand clamped the blade, burying it deep in the flesh of the Ascendant, continuing to inflict excruciating pain.

"You should let me continue to be alone with the ghosts," Nasus said.

Nasus tore Malouf's sword out of his hand, breaking several fingers and tearing several ligaments.

The demigod pounced on his attackers. Malouf's body was shattered under the weight of the canine-headed man.

Nasus pounced on the next rider and pulled him off the saddle; Two swings knocked out the internal organs and cut off his breath. The mangled body was thrown into the yellow sand with severe pain. His horses fled into the desert in panic.

"He went crazy and said the people on horseback."

"It's not crazy anymore," Nasus said, approaching the mercenary leader.

A strange aroma suddenly wafted through the air. The Flower of Death swirled in a lavender-colored trail behind him. Malouf was twisted and deformed on the ground, the severed fingers of his right hand withered and withered, and his skin crumpled like wet parchment. His ribcage cavity cavity caved inward, like rotting fruit, and at last only one spine was faintly visible.

Irresistible terror took over the rest of the mercenaries. They struggled to pacify their crotch mounts and fled. Malouf's body was abandoned in the yellow sand.

Nasus turned to the east, facing Nerima.

"Tell your emperor that his is almost over."