The River Crab Is Worth Seventy Gold (≧( ° ° )≦) (Revised)

Beyond the towering walls of Demacia's capital stretched a vast plain. It was home to ancient forests, a dense network of rivers, country lanes that ran in every direction, and fertile fields cultivated for over a thousand years.

These were the steadfast foundations that had allowed Demacia, a closed-off feudal agrarian kingdom, to stand for a thousand years—and to wage war against the Noxian Empire for the past century without showing any sign of decline!

However...

Now, across the vast and fertile basin of Demacia, it was rare to see the usual bustle of travelers on the roads and farmers at work in the fields!

Because,

Whether in the normally lively, noisy cities of the Kingdom of Demacia or in its quiet, peaceful villages, things had become different from how they used to be...

After a day and a night of chaos, the Demacians, who had been harshly taught a lesson by magic to varying degrees, had naturally grown more cautious. They began staying inside their homes in the cities, using their own eyes—wide with fear and curiosity—to scrutinize the world that was quietly changing around them.

By then, Demacia's capital was gradually growing calm again, and it was no different!

What many anxious Demacians, too distracted to notice anything else, didn't know was...

Beyond the Great City of Demacia, atop the enormous petricite pedestal beside the Monument Road, the colossal statue of war that should have stood tall—carved entirely from hard petricite, and visible from any high vantage point in the capital—had mysteriously disappeared. It was the Colossus of Justice, Galio.

But the Demacians were occupied with other, more important matters. They surely wouldn't care about such a detail, much less know that—

The stone colossus, the lifeless stone, had changed from its usual standing pose. It now sat