Zelas approached him and said, "I have told your brother over and over again about your betrayal and the jealousy you have hidden in your heart. He cursed your name and wept and swore to me that he would rip off your limbs one by one. ”

Nasus yelled and got back to his feet. A pillar of fire rose from at the feet of Zelas. The witch screamed, engulfing him with a thousand sun-like fires.

But it's not enough, never enough. The last time they faced off, Nasus and Renekton were at the peak of their power. Nasus is only a shadow of his past glory, and the power of Zelath has grown for countless centuries.

The Witch threw the final blow with all his might, and Nasus was powerless to resist. Zelas's magic lifted him into the air and smashed into the ruins of the temple. The boulder smashed down on him, and he felt his sun-forged bones snap as easily as rotten wood.

Nasus gasped in the rubble. His leg was broken, and his left arm hung limply beside him, shattered from his shoulder to his wrist. He struggled to prop himself up with his other hand, but a white-hot pain came from the broken spine of his spine. If given time, his body could recover, but he didn't have time.

"You've fallen too deeply, Nasus." Zelas approached him, liquid flames dripping from his fingertips. "If it weren't for what you did to me, I would have taken pity on you. In the time you wandered and blamed yourself, your spirit had already collapsed. ”

"It is better to be destroyed than to be perfidious." Nasus coughed up a mouthful of blood. "Even if you are superb, you are still a traitor, a slave."

He felt Zelas's wrath, and it made him so happy. That's all he can do.

"I'm not a slave. Azir's last order was to set me free. ”

Nasus was stunned. It makes no sense that Zelas is free

"Then why did you betray Azir?"

"Azir is an idiot, and his grace came too late."

Nasus let out in pain. The broken bones in his shoulders began to come back together. He felt the strength begin to return to the muscles of his arm, but he pretended that the arm was still a cripple.

"I'm dead, what are you going to do," Nasus remembered how much Zelath loved to talk in front of people. "If you become emperor, what will become of Shurima"

He struggled to suppress the pain in his body, waiting for his body to slowly heal the wounds.

The witch shook his head and floated into the distance.

"Do you think I can't see that your body is healing itself?"

"Then get down and fight me," Nasus shouted.

"I've imagined your death a thousand times." Zelas said as he ascended out of the temple. "But it was never me who did it myself."

Nasus watched as he rose upward, the unsupported wall rumbling and leaning, ready to collapse at any moment.

"The butcher of the desert will get what he deserves." Zelas's body shone more violently than the sun's disk. Rocks and sand fall from the top. "He'll peel every inch of flesh off of you with his claws, and I'll be there to see it."

The witch spirit unleashed a string of white flames and crashed into the crumbling temple wall. "But until then, I'll bury you under the sand, just as you trapped me."

Blinding as a newborn star, Zelas tucked the burning chains into his body. Rubble rained down, the ground shook, and deadly fire fell from the sky, covering every inch of Vikora's land.

The ground seemed to fall apart at any moment, and the rocks beneath Nasus's feet spun and turned into a tsunami-like fluid to meet the waterfall of rubble. The walls of the temple finally collapsed, and hundreds of tons of wreckage buried Nasus.

After darkness, there is light.

A ray of heat and light. Is it sunny

At first, he wasn't sure if it was real or if it was a trick played by his own consciousness to appease his dying body.

Is this what the Ascended see after they die?

No, it's not death. The sunlight roamed in his field of vision, and he felt his skin warm. He shifted and slowly stretched his legs and shoulders. His limbs had fully recovered, which meant he had been in the dark for a long time. The body healed quickly, but he didn't know how long he had been unconscious.

No matter how long it takes, it's too long.

Zelas is free, and stronger than ever.

Nasus lifted his hand and saw that the stone above his head formed a dome, and the ripples at the bottom of the stone dome felt smooth and warm like glass. Even in the half-light and half-darkness, he could feel the twists and turns of the lines on it, like half-mixed oil paint on a painter's palette. He slammed into the place where the light was shining through, and the rock finally cracked, and fell down as pieces of hot molten stone. Suddenly, the light splashed, and he saw that the entire temple was now only a pile of rubble. Nasus stooped down to pick up a piece of the dome that had protected him, and turned it over to find that the melted material was not a single stone at all.

He stuffed the dagger-shaped fragment into his clothes and walked out of the ruins of the Temple of the Sun. A weeping wind sighed, faintly mixed with the murmur of the dead.

The city is gone, at least the part that the inhabitants built on the original ruins. Nasus saw the bedrock beneath rise and close together, with the same lines as the dome on his head. The undulation of each edge is like a wave that has been frozen in the middle of the road.

Beneath those waves, some of the inhabitants of Vikora emerged, who had escaped the deathfire of Zelas beneath the rocks. At first there were only one or two, then groups of three or five, blinking in the sun, and for a moment they could not recover from the miraculous survival.

Nasus nodded slightly, and said, "Shurima thank you, Taliyah. Then he turned and walked out of the city.

The rest of Vikola was a barren shell, not much more than Nasus could remember. Collapsed walls, broken foundations. The severed stone pillars stand like a petrified forest. Nasus was no stranger to this: on the day of Shurima's fall, after his battle with Zeroth, everything was as if it were yesterday. The huge guilt made him turn his face and not dare to face the world again, but now he will not be like that again.

Zelath mentions that Renekton has turned into a bloodthirsty beast, but Nasus knows his brother better than the Witch. Zelas only sees Renekton turn into a beast, but forgets that a noble warrior slumbers within him. He selflessly gave his life for his brother. The warrior voluntarily sacrificed everything in order to save his homeland from a traitor. Zelas had completely forgotten about these things, but Nasus never did.

If Renekton were still alive, then there must be a part of him who would remember his former heroism. If Nasus could awaken this thread of concern in his heart, maybe he could pull Renekton out of the abyss of madness. Nasus always believed that one day he would face Renekton. But before today, he felt that the encounter between the two would eventually end in the death of one of them.

It's different now. He had his own goals. Azir's blood is still there, and so is hope.

"I need you, Renekton. I couldn't have killed Zelath without you. ”。

In front of him, the desert called his name.

Behind him, Yellow Sand recaptured Vikoala.