"…"
Azir turned around expressionlessly and stepped onto the Ascension Stairs. This time, the ones who appeared were his most trusted nobles, soldiers, generals, ministers, scholars, and priests. Because of his trust, they received the honor of witnessing his ascension up close. But it was apparent that they were the first to die in that devastating disaster.
Azir felt his already bleeding heart bleed even more. These people who stood here because of his appreciation and trust were without a doubt the elites of Shurima, the backbone of the empire. In the end, he died just like that. He was worthless and had no room to resist.
The death of these people undoubtedly meant that the Shurima Empire would fall into an extremely chaotic situation. Even if Azir were to face such a situation, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to clean up the situation quickly and restore Shurima to normal.
"Why is this happening, Zerath?"
He questioned in his heart because there was no doubt that these people who stood on the flight of stairs didn't have the ability to escape, which meant that these people who stood beside him and watched him ascend …
He walked up the stairs with large strides, and each of his steps crossed five broad steps. He clearly remembered how difficult it was for him to climb up the stairs step by step when he was still a mortal. But now, he didn't have the slightest intention to reminisce about it.
Soon, very soon.
As the tragedies around him repeated themselves, Azir ran faster and faster. Finally, he stopped at the top of the stairs and quietly watched the echoes before him.
His wife hugged their daughter and looked at him proudly with his son who was about to become an adult. Then, as Zerath moved, his wife and children revealed horrified expressions. His son unsheathed his sword and stood in front of his wife and daughter to protect them.
But it was meaningless. They disappeared in an instant and turned into ashes just like everyone else.
"Zerath!!!"
The roar made his ascending body almost unable to stand still. He looked at his past appearance and saw how Azeroth pushed him down and stole his ascension ritual.
And he also saw the shock, fear, bitterness, helplessness, and despair on Zerath's face when he hugged him and announced that all slaves were freed. From now on, Azir would truly become his brother.
It was also at this time that he heard about the conspiracy and the cause of this matter.
It was so simple and funny that he wanted to laugh.
Zerath was a slave, so when he met someone who didn't treat him as a slave, he gave his loyalty and trust to him. Then, he put in a lot of effort and paid a lot of price for him to ascend to the throne.
She wanted to give him a surprise, so she alienated him, scolded him when he talked about freeing the slaves, and belittled him at the banquet. All of these had broken his heart and made him decide to overthrow himself.
Then, he contacted the nobles who were suppressed by him and forced to accept the emancipation of the slaves. He used his pride, his pursuit of power and glory to set up this trap. Then, on the day that he announced the freedom of all the slaves, he betrayed him, destroyed his family, destroyed his subjects, and destroyed the Empire.
Did I do something wrong?
If those nobles knew that it was a slave who 'made' me want to free the slaves, how could he live until then? If he hadn't acted estranged from him, perhaps he would have heard the news of Zerath's death the day after he secretly solved this matter.
Did I do the right thing?
I hid it from him and wanted to give him a surprise. Is this behavior of using someone's lifelong pursuit as a gift really what a brother should do? Am I really not arrogant?
Yes, I am, and it accounted for most of the factors.
Azir closed his eyes that had turned into eagle eyes. He stood at the top of the platform and faced Shurima who had turned into a ghost town. The sand and dust behind him that constantly demonstrated that day also dissipated at this moment.
"I never thought that my Empire would be destroyed for such a reason. I also never thought that I would return in such a funny way."
When Azir heard Nassus' footsteps behind him, he expressed his feelings of melancholy and sorrow. After all, he died because of his pride and hatred, and returned in such a funny way. This contrast made him want to cry in laughter.
If he wasn't the protagonist of this story, if his body still had the ability to cry, he would.
"The truth is always so unpredictable, Your Majesty. You have to know that I didn't believe that you were here until I met you. But this is how it happened … Perhaps this is our destiny and we are just moving forward according to our own destiny."
Azir's awakening was full of things that even Nasus didn't understand. However, there were very few people who could lay a hand on Azir.
Because he had the Ascended Bloodline, which was the noblest bloodline among all.
"Fate … Since fate has allowed me to return, it means that it is ready to welcome me."
Azir also knew how inconceivable his revival was, and how many coincidences and comical his return and destruction were.
But he was fearless. As long as he stood on the land of his wife, Shurima, and as long as the sun still rose in the sky, he would be the Emperor of Shurima and he would revive the Empire.
"It's time for Shurima to be great again."
Azir paused the scepter in his hand on the heavy golden stairs. He looked down at Li Ke and the others who had just walked out of the temple and made his declaration.
His empire, his subjects, those who loved him, those whom he loved, were all gone. Even the enemies that he needed to kill the most were killed by the group of people below when he woke up.
Therefore, what he needed to do next was simple.
"I'm afraid it'll be difficult, Your Majesty. Now that our country is fragmented, there are four to five forces in every city that have the legal right to inherit the city. What's most frustrating is that a country called Noxus has invaded this land. Some of the Shurima people have abandoned themselves, bowed their heads, and called themselves the Noxus people. "
Nasus revealed what he knew. Azir let out a snort and waved his hand heavily.
"Then kill them all! We don't need slaves and captives! This land doesn't need Noxus people either. They will disappear from this land! "
He gave the order, and his subjects obeyed. The yellow sand took the shape of the people in his memories and quickly gathered in his city, forming one square formation after another, just as he remembered.
But with a wave of his hand, he brought millions of soldiers.
Millions of soldiers, only the afterimages of the past that he and Nasus remembered.
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