Countless centuries passed, and even the great power of Renekton began to weaken under the influence of time, and he began to weaken, allowing Zelas to invade his mind. He twisted Renekton's mind with vicious lies and illusions, instilling hatred against Nasus in his mind, and in the story that Zelas weaved, the treacherous Nasus abandoned his brother for a long, long time.

Finally, one day, the Emperor's Tomb beneath the desert was discovered and broken by Sivir and Cassiopeia, and both Zelas and Renekton were freed by the explosion of the sandstone. Renekton, sensing his brother's presence, rushed out of the ruins, his mind distorted to the point of being almost a beast. After countless years, Shurima was reborn and magically ascended back from under the desert to the surface, and Zelas sensed that another soul had also returned from beneath the sand, a soul he thought was long gone. Azir had just regained his life and become a member of the Ascended, and Zelas knew that there would be no peace between the two of them unless one of them dissipated completely.

Zelas found the heart of the desert, regaining his powers, and learning about the changes that had taken place in the world, thousands of years had passed since he was imprisoned. The power he stole grew by the moment, and he saw a world waiting to be conquered and harvested, a world full of mortals of all colors who would worship their new terrible gods.

Although he had found his strength, and although he was no longer the nameless slave boy, Zelas knew in his heart that he was still chained.

This is the moment.

He sacrificed so much for this moment and spent a lifetime preparing. A decaying empire and its confident young monarch will be doomed by the stupid and undoubting sign of the sun. The key to immortality, the secret that is tightly guarded and stingy with offering, will be his own, and he will steal it from the whole world. It was a moment of perfect revenge, the moment when slave Zelas was set free.

His master wore a helmet and couldn't see any expression, and he knew that the gracefully patterned metal armor would not return the favor with kindness, but even so, Zelas looked at the soulless eagle head with a smile on his face, and his smile was heartfelt. He had spent his life in a low-brow and pleasing manner, first enslaved by a mad emperor, now replaced by another vain emperor, who had strategized and intrigued for the throne, and the search for knowledge on the edge of oblivion had swallowed up almost all his efforts to bring about the bizarre masquerade ball, the ascension ritual.

When this sentence was read aloud, it was a blow: we will ascend, and you will be chained to the rubble, waiting for the sands of time to swallow you all. No, it won't be like that again, there won't be a next time. The chosen golden monarch will not accept the embrace of the sun and will ascend to godhood. A slave will take his place, a slave through and through, an unfortunate slave boy who has saved a royal heir from the sand.

Because of this sin, Zelas was punished, and suffered a terrible promise that drove people mad: freedom. Freedom that cannot be touched, freedom that is forbidden. A slave who imagines even a moment of freedom deserves the death penalty, for the Ascended can see through flesh and bones, through human souls, through the twinkling betrayal in his soul. But freedom is there, in the mouth of a young monarch. He had pulled out the prince, Azir, the golden sun, from the gentle embrace of Mother Desert, and he had vowed to grant him freedom, his savior, his new friend.

However, this promise has not been fulfilled to this day. This promise comes from a grateful child, but at the same time an ignorant child who does not understand the impact of such a promise. How could Azir shake thousands of years of rule, how could he defy tradition, against his father, against the Mandate of Heaven?

In the end, the young emperor will lose everything because he broke his promise.

In this way, Zelas was promoted and continued his education, eventually gaining Azir's trust and reuse, but never being free. Unfulfilled promises eat away at his nature and eat away at his future. Zeroth was robbed of something small and simple: the right to control his own life, so he decided to take everything, everything that was rightfully his, what should be his: empire, ascension, and the closest thing to pure freedom.

Zeros approached the imposing and aggressive Ascension Altar and walked respectfully behind the Emperor, receiving the salutes of the soldiers on both sides, the incompetent men who were Shurima's defenders. Zelas felt an inexplicable lightness in his heart, causing himself to panic and be stunned. Is this what joy feels like? Does revenge bring joy? The emotional impact almost made his body shake with it.

At this moment, the finely carved golden armor suddenly stopped. Turning around, he walked towards Zelas.

Did he know? How could he possibly know? This spoiled obsessed little boy who was just and righteous and hypocritical was in fact as blood-stained as Zeroth. Even if he knew, he wouldn't be able to stop the fatal blow, and everything was already working.

Zelas prepares for many contingencies. He bribed, murdered, mediated, conspired, and all went on for decades, even playing with the monster-looking brothers, Nasus and Renekton, to turn the tiger away, but he never expected this to happen.

Emperor Shurima, the golden sun, the darling of Mother Desert, the soon-to-be-ascended man took off his helmet, revealing his haughty brow and smiling eyes, facing his most familiar and trusted friend. He spoke of brotherly love, of friends, of hard victories and helpless losses, of family, of the future, and finally of freedom.

After saying that, the guards on both sides rushed up and raised their weapons.

So this young gentleman really knows. Did Zelas's plan just abort?

But these fools in armor are saluting. They didn't show any fierce faces, and they were paying homage to him. They are congratulating him.

Congratulations on his freedom.

The master he hated had just liberated him. He freed all the slaves. Shurima people will never again be shackled. Azir's last directive, as a mortal, was to liberate his people.