Azir fell to his knees. His family appears in front of him in a perfect sight, and the real details are heartbreaking. He was pregnant with his wife. Her shy daughter grabbed his wife's hand. His son held his head high and was almost about to grow up.

Azir watched in horror as the expressions on their faces changed. Although he knew what was going to happen next, he couldn't avoid it. His daughter hid her face in the folds of his wife's skirt, and his son reached for his saber and screamed. His wife... Her eyes widened with sadness and despair.

Something unseen destroyed them and vanished.

It was unbearable, but there were no tears in Azir's eyes. His ascension form no longer had the function of simply expressing grief. With a heavy heart, he struggled to his feet. The question remains unclear, how exactly his bloodline survived, and apparently certainly certainly survived.

The final echo awaits.

He stepped forward and stopped at the next step of the altar, looking at everything that was reinterpreted by the yellow sand in front of him.

He saw his mortal body, rising into mid-air, approaching the solar disk, arms outstretched, arching back. He remembered the moment. The power of the sun penetrated him, merging with his presence, infusing him with divine power.

A figure formed by sand and dust appeared. This is his most trusted servant, his sorcerer, Zeroth.

His friend pronounced a word. Azir saw himself shattered like glass, shattered into fine sandy dust.

"Zela," Azir gasped.

The traitor's expression is unknown, but Azir saw only the face of a murderer.

Where does this hatred come from? Azir never realized.

The illusion of Zelas, made of sand and dust, rose higher and higher, and the energy of the solar disk was concentrated on him. A group of elite guards rushed towards him, but it was too late for them.

A brutal blast of dust erupted, disintegrating the final remnant of Shurima. Azir stood alone in the echoes of the past, the dust settled.

That's how he killed his people.

Azir turned, and the first rays of dawn hit the solar disk above him. He's seen enough. The illusion of dust from Zeroth's transformation collapsed behind him.

The morning glow reflected on Azir's flawless golden armor. In this moment, he knew that the person who betrayed him was still alive. He felt the spirit of the witch spirit, in the air he breathed.

Azir raised a hand, and an army of his elite soldiers rose from the pedestal of the Ascending Staircase.

"Zelas," his voice hoarse from rage. "Your sins are unforgivable. ”

"What has fallen will rise again. ”

~Desert Death

Nasus was a majestic canine-headed ascendant, a heroic figure revered as a demigod by the desert people during the ancient Shurima Empire. His wisdom is full of ferocity, and as a guardian of knowledge and an unparalleled tactician, he has guided the ancient Shurima Empire to prosperity and greatness for hundreds of years with his wisdom. After the fall of the Empire, he began self-exile and became an ethereal legend in people's mouths. Now that the ancient city of Shurima has risen again, he has returned, determined not to let it fall again.

Nasus's brilliance was evident at a very young age, and no one would have imagined that he would be chosen to be one of the Ascenders. He was an inquisitive scholar who had read, memorized, and judged all the greatest historical, philosophical, and literary works in the Library of the Sun, before he had even made it through the tenth summer of his life. And his passion for reading and critical thinking were not passed on to his younger brother Reekton, who always easily got bored and went out to fight other local kids. The two brothers are very good, and Nasus always keeps an eye on his brother to make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble. However, it wasn't long before Nasus was invited to join the elite Sun Academy, leaving his hometown and coming to this prestigious institution to pursue his own values.

While Nasus has always had a passion for acquiring knowledge, his mastery of military strategy and war logistics made him the youngest general in Shurima's history. Although he was once a capable soldier himself, his fighting talent lay not in charging into battle, but in strategizing.

His tactical foresight gradually became a legend on the battlefield. In each battle, he was able to outrun the enemy by a dozen turns, predicting their actions and reactions in advance, calculating the best time to attack or retreat. He was very sympathetic to his soldiers, and he took his responsibilities very seriously, always making sure that his soldiers were adequately supplied, paid in a timely manner, and rewarded and punished. Every death was painful for him, and he often forgot to sleep and eat because he repeatedly pondered tactics, until every command and dispatch and every deployment were perfect. He was respected and loved by all the soldiers under his command, and under his leadership, Shurima's army won numerous victories. His younger brother Renekton was often at the forefront of his legions, so the combination of the two brothers quickly developed an aura of invincibility.

Nasus, who had won so much battle, never found joy in war. He only understood the importance of war, at least for a short time, and that war would ensure the continued development and prosperity of the empire, and he firmly believed that his greatest contribution to Shurima was the knowledge he had accumulated for future generations.

At Nasus's urging, all books, scrolls, doctrines, and histories of defeated civilizations were kept in large libraries and repositories throughout the empire, the largest of which bears his name. His thirst for knowledge was not for selfish purposes, but for sharing wisdom with Shurima, increasing his understanding of the world, and enlightening the Empire.

After decades of dedication to his duties, Nasus suffered a relentless illness. Some say that he met Amumu and was cursed by the long-dead young king, while others say that he was cast an evil spell by the leader of the cult of Acacia. Whatever the truth, the Emperor's Imperial Physician made it clear that it was a pity that Nasus was suffering from an incurable disease and would die a week later.

The whole country was in mourning, because Nasus was everyone's beloved star. The Emperor personally prayed to the Sun Curia for divination. After a day and a night of channeling, the priests announced that the sun god intended to bless Nasus and allow him to undergo the ascension ceremony.