A Cold Gleam Arrives First, Then the Spear Emerges to Slay the Dragon

Cruel reality often tells us...

When neither side can reach an agreement in strength or ideology, peace is often built upon everyone suffering together, or upon both sides being dragged down by certain matters at the same time, leaving them no attention to spare?

Isn't that so?

While the Noxian Empire had fallen into a state of chaos, with the upper echelons of the Trifarix Council nearly wiped out, commands no longer flowing smoothly, decrees failing to reach their destinations, cities large and small harboring their own schemes, the nation reduced to scattered sand, and even the army unsure whom to obey... the Demacia Kingdom, which had still been debating whether to launch a counterattack against the Noxian Empire while it was vulnerable, soon found itself bizarrely plunged into a "magical disaster" even more severe than the chaos afflicting its enemy, Noxus!

Cruel reality forced the Demacians to abandon all their impractical fantasies and focus wholeheartedly on finding some way to reclaim their kingdom's capital from those evil and powerful Magical Creatures.

At the same time, the Ionian people of the First Lands across the sea, who had originally possessed an excellent opportunity as well, were hardly worth mentioning. They had done no better than the Demacians!

For on this land brimming with natural beauty and primal magic, the peace-loving Ionians living there—those beings who claimed to revere spirituality and pursue harmony—had long been scattered throughout the various provinces in an almost entirely unorganized state... Moreover, many years ago, after successfully driving Noxus's invasion back to Ionia's western coast, they had fallen into stagnation.

After defeating their enemy, aside from maintaining the necessary vigilance and the few activists who still tried to strike back at the invaders, most Ionians once again returned to their quiet, pastoral lives of "minding their