Enraged, she struck first, trying to stab her former apprentice to death while she slept. However, Sivir was also prepared for such an attack, and in a fierce battle of daggers that followed, Sivir defeated Jahalo.

However, she was surprised to find that she could not kill her former mentor, because she could not forget that Zhai Harlow had accepted her when she was a child with nothing. So she abandoned Zhai Haro in the desert, leaving behind half a bag of water, a gold coin, and a word of good luck.

Sivir's mercenary regiment quickly earned a formidable reputation as famous warriors and explorers capable of finding legendary long-lost treasures.

Desert Barons, merchant consortia, and collectors of magical items have all hired Sivir to fight for them or find strange treasures.

Many explorers would spend a lot of money to invite Sivir to lead them through the dangerous terrain and guide them through the ruins of the ancient kingdom of Shurima. Tribal leaders have hired her mercenary groups to fight against the Noxians, while warlords have tried to buy their services as early as possible to ensure a quick victory.

On the eve of the Storm Millennium, a lord of the ancient city of Shurima, Nasheram, hired Sivir to find a one-of-a-kind cross-shaped blade that he claimed was his heirloom.

He sent his personal bodyguards to follow Sivir to ensure that the relics could be brought back. After months of searching, Sivir finally found the weapon. She knocked open an ancient sarcophagus in which a long-forgotten hero was buried.

Beneath the countless crumbling rubble, Sivir had a strange feeling that her entire life had been preparing for this moment. The weapon shone with gold and emerald pearls, and although the crossblade was very old, it was as sharp as if it had just been forged that day.

Sivir was captured by the crossblade, and she felt like it had been waiting for her. When Nashelamame's bodyguard captain demanded that the treasure be brought back to the patron's house, Sivir realized that he would never be able to hand over the weapon.

She threw the crossblade, drawing a large arc, and watched in amazement as it not only beheaded the bodyguard captain, but also the other three behind him, before flying back into her hands. No weapon is so easy to use and so powerful at the same time. She fought her way through the tomb, leaving the lord's bodyguards behind.

Sivir's battle record and bravery in battle were among the most prestigious in Shurima, but as her saga grew, her fame spread beyond the desert.

In Noxus, the story of Sivir reaches the ears of Cassiopeia, an ambitious nobleman who wants to acquire a treasure believed to be buried in the heart of the desert. Cassiopaia was not short of money, so she hired Sivir as a guide and entered the abyss of Shurima's abandoned capital.

Although Sivir's instincts told her that she could not trust Cassiopeia, she could not refuse such a lucrative expedition. They continue to delve deeper into the twisted tombs of the underground city.

Many of Sivir's fellow mercenaries were killed by deadly traps, but Cassiopeia was never allowed to retreat. They fumbled in the darkness for several days, and finally Sivir and Cassiopeia finally found a relief depicting ancient emperors and beast-headed ascended warriors.

Most of the buried buildings they had seen before had been shattered in the dust of millennia, but the wall and the reliefs on it were intact.

Xavier felt her blood churning, and a sense of déjà vu arose that made her unconscious. This moment's negligence led to the consummation of her fate.

Cassiopeia seized the moment when Sivir burst close and inserted a knife in Sivir's back. Sivir collapsed in excruciating pain, his life soaked in sand.

Cassiopeia snatched the crossblade from Sivir, and Sivir's consciousness dimmed like a burnt candle. Her body temperature gradually receded, and death was approaching.

But Sivir's fate did not end. Her life faded by as her ancestor Azir resurrected in the reverberations of fate generated by her royal bloodline.

He carried her to the "Oasis of Dawn", once a sacred pool of water filled with healing water. After thousands of years of depletion, it is now filled with clear holy water again in the presence of Azir. The healing water enveloped Sivir's body, miraculously healing Cassiopeia's fatal knife wound.

With a throbbing gasp, Sivir opened her eyes, dizzy and confused, as if she had just woken up from a dream. A familiar face looked at her lovingly, and Sivir blinked, trying to figure out if he was still alive.

Around her, swirls of sand and dust swept up by the whirlwind for hundreds of feet, forming majestic palaces, grand temples, and wide squares. Rising from the desert tombs, the ancient city of Shurima has been restored to its former glory and magnificence, crowning the capital with huge golden discs floating in the air, shining brighter than the midday sun. The return of Azir restored the ancient city to its former greatness.

Sivir had grown up listening to the legends of the Ascended, but she thought that only children and fools would truly believe in those fantasies.

Now that the city around her has appeared out of thin air, and there is a long-dead emperor who talks to her face to face, talking to himself about his bloodline and vision of the revival of the kingdom, Sivir is deeply shocked. Everything that was once believed in is now being questioned.

The emperor's words still echoed in her ears, and she chose to escape and return to the former life of a mercenary, and the reality of working hard to make money brought her the comfort of life.

She tosses and turns, struggling to accept that she might be the heir to a forgotten empire, but then struggles to put that thought behind her. Even if everything Azir said was true.

She was also still convinced that no one would be able to unite Shurima's shattered factions. The most powerful warlords may be able to control a small piece of land for a period of time with enough gold and men to control the continent under a single banner, let alone subordinate them to a single person, even if that person is an ancient emperor.

Azir is working hard to rebuild his once-great empire. Sivir is tormented, doubting that he will never be able to regain his former life.

A looming mysterious force is eroding her world, and for better or worse, fate has given her a second life choice. Now she must choose her own path and forge a new legacy.