224 -219- A person from a thousand years ago

"You are..."

The large face covered by the hood flashed with a hint of surprise.

He hadn't expected to encounter a familiar face just after leaving his seclusion.

How long had they known each other?

For thousands of years?

But at this moment, looking at the hostility in front of him, he could only say in a deep voice, "Jan'ahrem! So, you're still alive!"

////Jan'ahrem is Janna's old name btw////

"Please leave this place."

Once again, a ethereal female voice echoed in the wind, accompanied by the gathering winds from all directions, the powerful magic swirling around, compressing the air, making breathing feel like blades slicing through his lungs. He knew this was Jan'ahrem's warning.

It seemed she had never liked them.

He could understand her hatred towards the Ascended, but now, he hoped she would consider for Shurima.

After all, she had once belonged to Shurima.

With that in mind, he took a step forward, unabashed by her immense magic, and firmly said, "Jan'ahrem, you have become so powerful."

"But forgive me, this time I cannot leave."

Pushing his staff forward, a surge of magic emanated from it, and his body expanded slightly along with it.

His body became taller, stronger.

Dark sandstorms suddenly emerged, swirling around his body. The dirty linen cloth broke apart, revealing his obsidian-like skin and robust muscles.

Distinctive muscles gleamed with a black and gold luster, and the shoulder armor with rolled gold trim showed signs of aging.

The sand scratched the armor, marking it with the symbol of a warrior.

On the belt around his waist, there was a crest belonging to Shurima.

Lifting his head hidden beneath the cloth, this sturdy man spoke loudly, "I have been evading for too long, I can't run anymore. Jan'ahrem, please let me pass."

"Leave this place, Nasus, this is a warning!"

A burst of light appeared, under the azure light, Janna appeared in the sky, wearing a white dress, holding a white staff made of integrated elemental power. Endless coldness emanated from Janna's eyes, the first time she showed such an expression.

Whether it was towards the people of Piltover, Zaun, or even Noxus, Janna had always been divine and benevolent.

A gentle breeze.

But at this moment, in Janna's azure pupils, there was only coldness and hostility reflected.

The wind turned into a knife, even a glance would be startling, even a glance would be painful.

"Jan'ahrem, Kha'Zhun belongs to Shurima, and you, you have no right to drive me away."

////Kha'Zhun is the name of the old Zaun////

Removing the hood, tearing off the headscarf, the man who had hidden in the desert for years revealed his face.

Like obsidian, his body had a giant wolf head, his body still expanding until he became taller than a small tree, until he surpassed a boulder.

The sand around the dog-headed creature's body burst into flames, and his body continued to grow, almost reaching a size of nearly four meters.

"Dang!"

The staff struck the ground, a deafening sound that could pierce the soul echoed all around, but in the next moment, Janna exhaled, blocking the sound from reaching behind her in Piltover and Zaun.

The wind magic formed an invisible cage, locking the gigantic monster with the dog's head.

Nasus' staff revealed its true form, the staff that had grown with him turned out to be a long-handled battle axe after the wrapping disappeared. The axe gleamed with excitement, the sapphire embedded in the center thirstily drank in the moonlight.

It had been dormant for too long, just like its master.

Raising the battle axe, Nasus opened his huge mouth, his face unchanged as he said loudly, "I know Shurima has done you wrong, and you almost perished because of it, but this time, I've come only to find a man."

"After taking him away, I will leave this place."

Nasus looked vigilantly at Janna in the air, "Jan'ahrem, I have no intention of being your enemy!"

Once a wind elemental spirit, she now exuded magic even stronger than him.

No, this magic, even that mage might not compare to her.

What's going on here?

How did Jan'ahrem become so powerful?

"Nasus, this is Zaun, my Zaun, it's no longer the Kha'Zhun of your Shurima!" Janna raised her voice. "I won't let you take anyone away."

"Zaun no longer belongs to your kind. I won't allow any of you to step foot in here," Janna continued firmly.

"You don't get to decide that!" Nasus hesitated no more. With his axe in hand, he withdrew backward, while his other hand reached out towards Janna.

Suppressed magical energy surged from Nasus's hand, as a dark tide of magic swept up the surrounding fierce winds. Underneath the golden but gloomy sands, the Ascended powers kept assaulting the abundant elemental winds.

Until the transparent winds formed a dent, until, with a crisp sound, Nasus's magical energy, like a bursting dam, violently rushed towards the opening.

"Wither!"

Beneath the giant hand, the incorporeal wind spirit suddenly vanished from Nasus's sight, causing him to furrow his brows.

This scene reminded him of a thousand years ago, reminded him of that dark mage.

The one who betrayed Azir, like Janna, had no physical form.

"Leave this place!" Beneath the foothills of Piltover, a flash of azure light streaked across the dark night sky as Janna appeared once more, her body towering, even larger in the sky than Nasus.

Swinging her staff with her fair hands, Janna no longer held back.

These people represented war, and she had seen firsthand what Shurima had faced.

Whether it was Nasus, Renekton, or those corrupted Ascended, they must not be allowed near Zaun!

In the air, the moon was obscured by dark clouds. Under the dark night sky, hurricanes formed from all directions, destroying mountains and breaking trees, heading towards Nasus.

The air around him once again became thin, the hurricanes carrying stones and trees encircled Nasus.

Sensing the threat to his life, Nasus suddenly turned around, raising his axe and striking forward, the axe blade shining with a purple glow.

For millennia, Nasus had been contemplating how to deal with him.

Thus, Nasus now understood these entities without flesh, only spiritual magic could truly defeat them!

I will crush their consciousness, I will melt their souls!

The purple light on Neseris's axe's blue gem burst forth. In the next moment, Neseris swung his axe, and purple flames surged forth, turning into a massive sea of fire.

Flames rose, turning the surroundings within a hundred meters of Neseris into a purgatory. Purple flames climbed upwards, burning the wind, and fueled by the wind, the fire grew stronger.

A string of flames scorched Janna, igniting her white dress, then instantly engulfing her entire body.

"Siphoning Strike!"

Seeing Jan'ahrem momentarily stunned by the burning of her soul, Nasus gripped his axe with both hands and struck in one direction, the axe blade cleaving through the wind, then heavily striking the space in front. Jan'ahrem's protective barrier formed by wind was shattered by Nasus.

"Clang!"

A dark halo reverberated from Nasus's body, then quickly spread outwards.

Like morning bells and evening drums, this sound reached faraway places.

It reached Piltover, it reached Zaun.

It was a sound that struck at the heart and soul of people.

Hearing this sound, Janna instantly woke up.

For the first time, anger appeared on her beautiful face.

The wind, which had always been accommodating to anything and anyone, was truly angry this time.

"Wind Arrows!"

Traces of wind exist everywhere in the world. There is wind in every place.

When the wind is angry, it can destroy everything!

Countless magical wind arrows appeared behind Janna, their raging magical energy no less than that of the mage.

"Jan'ahrem, although you're powerful, you can't stop me!"

Nasus's body expanded again, and the black sand around him became even darker.

This Ascended, from a thousand years ago, once again utilized the power of the Ascended.