Some, including Nasus, felt that a part of Renekton's humanity had gone forever with the Ascension. As the years passed, he seemed to become more brutal, more bloodthirsty, and more out of the norm, and began to whisper rumors that he was spreading atrocities in the name of war.

Regardless, he has always been a staunch defender of Shurima, and he has faithfully served many successive emperors, ensuring the security and prosperity of Shurima's empire for hundreds of years.

During the reign of Emperor Azir, it was reported that a flame magical spirit had escaped the confines of the magic sarcophagus in the underground prison. It had destroyed a Shurima town and headed east into the desert.

Renekton and his brother Nasus are tasked with capturing the legendary foe. While they were away, the young Emperor was guided by the wizard advisor Zelas to join them and become the Ascended. And the consequences of this act were catastrophic.

Renekton and Nasus were a day's walk from the capital, but even so, they felt the shockwave from when the Ascension Ritual went wrong. Knowing that something was wrong, they rushed back to the capital, only to see that the once gorgeous city was in ruins.

Azir was killed, most of the capital's citizens were buried with them, and the great solar disk energy had been drained and was falling. In the middle of the ruins, they found Zelas, who had become a pure energy spirit.

The brothers managed to imprison Zelath in the magical sarcophagus that contained the ancient flame spirits. They fought fiercely for a day and a night, and the witch spirit was too powerful to be imprisoned. He broke the sarcophagus and used the energy of the solar disc to launch a spell against them, and during the fight, the solar disc eventually fell completely to the ground.

Knowing that they could not destroy Zelas, Renekton ended up throwing him into the endless tomb of the emperor and ordered his brother to seal them inside forever. Nasus knew there was no other way out and reluctantly complied with his brother's orders. Renekton and Zelas descended into darkness, and Nasus sealed the tomb forever.

In the darkness, Zelas and Renekton continued their battle. They have been fighting for countless years, and the once glorious and great Shurima civilization on the ground has turned to dust. Zelas poured evil words into Renekton's ears, and as centuries passed, his poisonous words and endless darkness finally brought evil results.

The Witch has planted a false obsession in Renekton's mind, leading him to believe that Nasus is jealous of his success and unwilling to share in the power of Ascension, so he deliberately locks him in the dark.

Little by little, Renekton's sanity was disintegrated, and Zelas embedded wedges in the cracks, corrupting his sanity and obfuscating his ability to perceive and distinguish between reality and fantasy.

Thousands of years later, the Emperor's Tomb was opened by the mercenary Sivir, and Renekton and Zelas were freed. Renekton roared in rage and galloped into the Shurima Desert, sniffing the air in search of his eldest brother.

Now Renekton roams the desert in order to see the death of Nasus, who he believes betrayed him, abandoned him, and left him to die.

His memory and perception of reality are very weak, and although he can occasionally see the glorious and proud hero in him, most of the time he is just a beast full of hatred and madness, only bloodlust and revenge.

"Am I God?"

Reekton, aimlessly walking in the desert, thought vaguely.

He was no longer convinced. Maybe it used to be, once that golden disc shone with golden light at the top of the Wanqing Palace. He remembered that his hands were holding a withered ancient man, and together the two of them were carried to heaven by the light of the sun.

All his wounds were washed and healed, and his body was reshaped by the light. If this memory belonged to him, was he ever mortal? He thought so, but he couldn't remember. His mind was like a swarm of dune flies, stumbling fragments of memory violently within his narrow skull.

What is reality? What am I now?

This place, the hole in the ground of this desert. Is this a reality? He felt yes, but he was no longer convinced that he could trust his feelings.

Because all his memories were darkness, terrible, endless darkness that wrapped around him like a shroud. But then the darkness shattered, and he was thrown back into the light.

He remembered crawling through the desert, the ground undulating and tumbling up and down, the thunderous sound of a living boulder grinding against it, and something long-buried and forgotten lifting itself to the surface again.

The burly statue bursts out from under the sand, tall and terrifying. Demonic warriors in armor seemed to be lunging down on him, gods of some long-extinct ancient culture.

Phantoms eager to fight rose from the sand, and in their anger he hurried away from the rising city, the sun, moon and stars rushing over his head. He remembers staggering through the desert.

Images of blood and betrayal burned in his mind, and he saw the massive buildings and golden temples fall apart in the blink of an eye. Hundreds of years of civilization were destroyed in order to satisfy one's vanity. Is this man himself? He didn't know, but was worried that it was true.

The light that had reshaped his flesh and blood was now stinging him, scorching his flesh, burning his soul, accompanying him aimlessly in the desert, disoriented and alone, a hatred he could not comprehend.

He had finally found a place to hide from the cruel light, but even here, in this small, seeping cavern, the Whisperer had found him. The shadows cast by the walls meandered around him, whispering and nourishing his pain.

He clutched his twisted, sharp claws around his temples, but he couldn't get the shadowy companion out of his mind. He could never do it.

The Whisperer told him about his shame and sins, of the thousands of lives that had died because of him, of the souls that had been born by his failures.

There was a part of him that he thought it was nothing more than a ruse, a lie that had been repeated so many times that he could no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood.

The Whisperer reminded him of the days when his light had been cut off, showing him the moment when he was betrayed, and the wolf-dog face that betrayed him looked down on him and drove him into the abyss of eternal darkness.

Now Reekton's head hurts as if it is about to explode, but Reekton still wanders aimlessly as if he has no feeling, he wants to figure out what he is, the meaning of his existence, what he used to be, and what he is now?