"The shadow is not visible to the light." The little girl was babbling to herself.

It's a mantra that she relies on to calm herself down when she feels like she's about to lose control. Although she was only thirteen years old, she was already adept at using such little tricks to alleviate pain. Today, however, the spell is not very effective. She had to find a place to stay alone.

She held on to her tears, avoiding eye contact as much as possible, and hurried to the sentry-guarded gate. If stopped, she may collapse on the spot and confess all her secrets. That's a hundred, she thought.

Fortunately, no one noticed that something was wrong with her. She walked through the arch and into an open spot outside the city.

She avoided the road far away, walked to the side of a wooded mountain, and found a corner. After making sure that there was no one around, she finally couldn't help but take a handkerchief from her pocket, cover her face, and let out a low sob.

Tears flowed down her cheeks. If anyone saw this girl at this time, they would most likely not recognize who she was. Everyone knows that she has always been an innocent, cheerful and enthusiastic child, and always greets everyone with a smile: "Good morning! "It's a pleasure to meet you! "Wait, she's like the morning sun, warm, bright, carefree.

But the other side of her—the ugly, intolerable side of Demacia—was not known.

She wiped away her tears with a thin linen handkerchief, and her heart was much calmer. She tried to remember what had happened today. At that time, she was in the classroom with her classmates, but her eyes gradually turned out of the window. The teacher was teaching battlefield strategy, and the lesson was boring, far less interesting than the fuchsia honey-picking insects outside the window. The little flying insects were fluttering, not neat at all, but the chaotic and noisy state was particularly lively and beautiful. Her gaze chased after the little flying insect, falling into a strong and warm sense of happiness.

She was familiar with this warmth. Many times it is tame, filling her heart like a soft feather in a mattress. But today the warmth is too warm and vibrant. She felt it burn between her teeth, as if it were about to detonate the world with an iridescent color. Unlike in the past, today's light is simply about to come out.

For a moment, a white light leaked from her fingertips.

No! Never be seen! She panicked and tried to suppress the light.

For the first time, she felt that all this was an unbearable weight of life. She only had one chance to protect herself, and she had to get out of here. So she hurriedly stood up and packed her things.

"Luciana," the teacher called her, "how are you ......?"

"Shadows are not seen by light," she murmured, rushing out of the classroom before she could explain, "Shadows are not seen by light, shadows are not seen by light......"

She wiped away her tears in the woods and calmed down. She continued on her way, farther and farther away from the city. She pondered quietly the aftermath of the incident. News of a student breaking into a classroom without permission is bound to spread throughout the kingdom. What price will she pay for her rebellion?

Whatever the punishment is, it's better than another option. If she stays, she'll explode completely, filling the entire building with the brightest and purest light. That way, everyone would know that she was under magic.

This means that the Demon Destroyer is coming.

She had seen the Demon Destroyers a few times, walking the streets with strange equipment in hand, searching for people who had been infected with magic. Once exposed, the Charmer will be forcibly banished by the Demon Destroyer to the slums outside the Kingdom, never to re-enter the land that Lux and her family know all too well.

That's the worst possible outcome. She will bring blasphemy and shame to her family. And her brother ...... Oh my God, brother...... She shivered with fear as she thought about Galen's reaction. She always fantasized about living in another part of the world, where people with mystical gifts would not only not be punished, but would be revered and even glorified. But the reality is that she lives in Demacia, where the people are well aware of the terrifying potential of magic and avoid it.

She was cranky, and only felt that the situation was hopeless. When she came back to her senses, she was greeted by the Colossus of Galio. This huge sculpture has a long history and is considered a sign of war by the military. When the soldiers go out to fight, the Colossus joins the battle. The colossus carved from the Forbidden Stone has a magic-absorbing constitution, so it can protect soldiers from archmages. When he'd absorbed enough magic, he'd even woken up a few times - see if you don't believe in the legends. He stood like a mountain at the fork in the road of the Battle Monument, far from the busy road.

Lux cautiously approached the Colossus. In her childhood memories, the ancient giant always looked down vigilantly and majestically. That gaze could penetrate her flesh and skin and examine her soul.

"There's no room for you here." The giant condemned mercilessly.

Even though the voice was imaginary, she knew it was true. There's no denying she's a freak. Her bright smile and enthusiasm have always been at odds with Demacia's serious and self-contained environment.

And then there was light. She could feel the light burning in her heart for as long as she could remember, beating and wanting to erupt. At a young age, the light was faint, and she could easily hide it. Now, she is feeling more and more overwhelmed.

Guilt weighed heavily on her. Lux looked up at the Colossus.

"No matter, just say it!" She shouted.

It doesn't look like Lux's style. But the whole day was too hard, and she desperately needed an outlet to vent. She breathed desperately, feeling finally relieved. But she was immediately ashamed of the catharsis she had just had. "What have I done? Yelling at a statue? She was shocked at her actions as she looked around lest others would see her. At certain times of the year, the road is crowded with people who come here to worship the Colossus. They sincerely pay their respects to this stone statue, which represents the spirit of Demacia. But now, the battle monument road is empty.

As Lux was busy looking around, she heard a rough commotion overhead. She jerked her head up—the sound came from the top of the Colossus. Although there are usually birds fluttering in the nest in the crown of the Colossus, this time it is not. The sound sounded like someone dragging a heavy clay pot on a cobblestone road, rough and harsh.

Lux stared intently for a long time, but the Colossus didn't move anymore. Maybe it was her guess again, and everything that happened today made her in a trance. Even so, she kept an eye on the Colossus to see what was new.

I didn't expect it to be—the Colossus's eyes moved. The huge stone ball spun around and looked at Lux standing in the grass below.