Chapter 171 Shurima will rise again from the desert
Nasus!
The extremely crucial information is that Maisha brought Tayanali to find Nasus.

In fact, when the Darkin War began, the audience had more or less some doubts in their hearts.

These god-warriors are also Nasus' compatriots, but Nasus did not participate in the war between them!

——"Yes! Where did Nasus go?"

——"Is he looking for a way to rescue his brother Renekton?"

——“It seems that these darkspawn respect Nasus very much! They all call him Grand Maester!”

——"This reminds me of another god-warrior, Aatrox. There is no news about him either."

After Setaka, Nasus is the most respected god-warrior among the Ascended.

In fact, considering his prestige, he could continue to lead other ascenders after Azir's death.

Perhaps in this way, Shurima would not have been destroyed so quickly, and perhaps in this way, the god-warriors would not have become ascended.

Therefore, after hearing the news about Nasus.

The other gods forgot about Xu Yuyan and looked at Tayanali.

"Did you see the Grand Maester?" Valieva asked, her spine shivering with eager anticipation. "He killed Moneiras for exploring the ash-covered ruins of the Nashramer Library, and he hasn't been seen since."

“I saw him, but he was not the Nasus we knew. Whatever burden he carried, it had weighed him down. He lived alone in a tower high on a hidden cliff, watching the stars dance. He told her to come to me, and he brought me to his tower.”

“Why you?” Naganeka hissed. “Why not the rest of us?”

“I don’t know,” Ta’anari said. “There are so many things that need his attention.”

"So you talked to him?" Ennakai asked.

“Yes,” Tayanali said.

"And he told you how to find Setaka's weapons?"

"Yes."

"Is it that simple?" said Syphax disdainfully.

"No, it's not that simple," Tayanali snapped, shaking off Serbotaru's hold. He turned and took the Charikar from Mayisa's arms. The power in the weapon was strong and restless. "I told him about our war, how we burned the land and clawed at each other like animals. I told him that I needed Sertaka's weapon to end this bloodbath."

“Nasus rejected us the moment Azir fell,” Gigantus said. “Why would he help us now?”

“He rejected the Blood of the Sun because he saw the bitter jealousy and twisted hostility that lingered in our hearts,” Ta’anari said. “He walked forgotten paths, he was trapped in grief, he was wandering in the memory of his brother, but he always wanted to be in the land of his birth.”

Tayanali took a breath, the magic pulse shifting through his body, causing his expression to twist. A sharp pain pierced his heart from his lower abdomen. At this point, the end had begun.

Maisha had warned him that using the magic she taught would cause irreversible changes, even for the Ascended, breaking the bond between their immortal aura and mortal flesh. This power had prevented the pain of countless battles and blocked the passage of thousands of years, but some things were destined not to live forever.

Fear touched him then, and the feeling was cold and unfamiliar, but he pushed down the undercurrent of pain and weakness.

“You are right, Gigantus. Nasus would never interfere in our war, but that does not mean he is deaf to our actions. He told me that the stars depict a distant future in which Shurima rises from the deserts, and its true rulers fight to reclaim all that has been lost.”

"Will Shurima rise again?" Serbotaru couldn't hide his desire. "When?"

“We won’t see it in our lifetime,” Tayanali said. “We won’t see it at all.”

Shabek's skinny body leaped between the two gods in conversation. Her withered arms thrust into the air, her dark eyes widening to their fullest. "We may all die today. Or only some of us," she shrieked.

Syphax pushed her away. "Charikar," he asked. "Is it part of Shurima's rebirth?"

"Yes," Ta'anari said. "For good or ill. It will be a symbol of Shurima, a call to arms. I hope it will heal the wounds between us - remind us of who we once were, and the gods we can become once again. It could have saved us all, if we had taken the opportunity to rekindle our brotherhood, to unite under one banner as we once did."

Sebotaru grumbled meaningfully. "Now the truth is clear. You summoned us here to claim your leadership, for you bear the weapons of the greatest warriors among us, and the sacraments bestowed upon you by the Grand Maester himself."

Tayanali shook his head.

“No. I will never be as famous as Setaka, or as great as Nasus. All I seek is to end this war. I wish we could do it together, but I now know that is an impossible dream.”

Ta'anari left his compatriots and stood in the middle of the amphitheater. All eyes were on him, the eight god-warriors and the millions of mortals.

Pain began to spread throughout his body, almost unbearable. He swallowed, tasting the grinding of gravel in his throat. A few strands of short hair fell off his body in small clumps. Every moment was like broken glass grinding against his joints.

He turned and spoke to the other gods.

"Uncontrolled power makes us lose our meaning and makes us believe that we are not rejected by anything. We are poor regulators of this world, and we are not worthy of being the masters of the world. We once called ourselves the Ascended Group, but what are we now? Darkspawn? This is a name derogated by mortals. They no longer understand what kind of existence we are, let alone the mission we were created for."

He raised his blurry eyes to the millions of eyes on the steps of the amphitheater staring at him, tears opening a canal on his flaking skin.

"They hate us, and when the horrors of the deep rise again, they will beg for our return," Ta'anari said, meeting Maisa's wistful gaze. "But by then we will be gone, whispers of the wind, dark legends of a broken god used only to teach disobedient children."

Tayana used the last bit of his strength to smash Charikar into the crystal ground of the amphitheater. The sound of the impact was deafening, like a huge hammer hitting the curtain of the foundation of the world. The cracks caused by the impact extended further than normal, and the clear night sky ignited with the diamond brilliance of a new star.

But this was not a golden light. This light was cold, heartless, and as clear as silver.

"What was forged by the sun will be unmade by the moon!" screamed Ta'anari.

(End of this chapter)