The scorching sun beats down upon the vast desert, casting an unforgiving heat that sears my scaled skin. As I traverse these barren lands, memories of a time long past claw at the recesses of my mind, like relentless sandstorms eroding ancient ruins.
A Titan's Awakening
The Shuriman Empire
In ages gone by, I was known as Renekton - once a proud Ascended warrior hailing from the mighty Shuriman Empire. Together with my brother Nasus and under the watchful eye of Azir, we were tasked with protecting our people and upholding justice in this unforgiving world.
The Betrayal
But even gods can be corrupted by power. Xerath's treacherous ambitions led to his transformation into an abomination fueled by raw arcane energy. Blinded by his lust for supremacy, he orchestrated a plot to overthrow Azir and seize control over not only Shurima but all existence itself.
My Descent into Madness
In those final moments before Xerath's coup succeeded, I fell victim to his vile machinations. Enveloped in darkness while trapped within a sarcophagus deep beneath the sands of despair for centuries on end left me consumed by rage and madness.
Waking Nightmare
Return to Consciousness
As if awoken from an eternal slumber plagued with haunting visions that torment both body and soul alike; shards of shattered memories pierce through my fractured psyche like sharpened spears driven home without mercy or respite.
Time Lost
Countless millennia have passed since then—time is nothing but fleeting echoes whispering tales woven amidst forgotten civilizations buried beneath dunes forged through countless lifetimes lost among shifting sands—a testament to eternity's merciless grip upon mortal minds such as mine own.
A Beast Unleashed
Hunger Unending
Within this prison-like existence, my anguish breeds an insatiable hunger. It gnaws at the very essence of my being, driving me to seek solace in bloodshed and violence—a craving only sated by the rending of flesh and the spilling of life's crimson essence.
The Crescent Axe
Armed with a mighty crescent axe crafted through ancient Shuriman techniques, I carve a path through any who dare cross into this forsaken domain where pain becomes pleasure and madness reigns supreme. Each swing resonates with echoes from forgotten battles fought long before memory itself found purchase within these shattered realms.
A Glimpse of Salvation
Nasus' Arrival
Recently, however, hope has flickered like a distant mirage upon this barren horizon. My brother Nasus—once lost to time as well—has emerged from his own imprisonment beneath shifting sands. Together we have embarked on a journey to reclaim our past and confront Xerath once more.
Blood Magic
But even as we forge ahead in search of our shared nemesis, I cannot escape the whispers that taunt me relentlessly—the ethereal tendrils weaving tales both familiar yet distant amidst shadowed dreamscape realms bathed in hues reminiscent of sunset fires or embers crackling beneath moonlit skies.
Conclusion
In these moments between waking nightmare and impending battle against ancient foes reborn anew under veiled guises—I find solace knowing that though darkness may forever haunt my fractured mind; there remains within shards scattered across eons—an ember burning defiantly—a reminder that redemption still exists for those willing to grasp it amidst chaos incarnate.
These memories are both blessing and curse - they fuel my fury while simultaneously tearing at the fragile threads holding onto sanity's precipice. But despite their torment, they remind me not just who I was but also what I can become: Renekton,the Ascended warrior destined for greatness beyond mortal comprehension.
As the sun sets upon this desolate landscape, casting long shadows that dance and writhe like specters in eternal twilight, I find solace in knowing that my journey is far from over. The ancient memories may continue to haunt my dreams, but they also serve as a reminder of the strength within me—the power to rise above even the darkest abyss and reclaim what was once lost.
I stand here now, Crescent Axe held high amidst swirling sands; ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead. For I am Renekton - scourge of Shurima's forgotten past and harbinger of its rebirth into glory.