It's finally here!

The sensation ran through his arms, his skull, and all the way to his legs. A whole century passed, and he was finally able to move again. A voice echoed through the valley, one that no one in the world had ever heard before.

A golem laughed wildly.

Galio jumps into the battlefield and sweeps aside the barbarian's rudimentary construction machinery. Enemy and friendly forces alike paused the fight, their jaws wide as they watched the golem rampage through the front lines. Like a moving monument, he broke out of the infantry and rushed towards the furious Beamon Behemoth. "Hello, Behemoth," his voice roared like thunder. "Can I crush you?"

The giant beast raised its huge head and let out a long roar in the sky, as if accepting the challenge. The two giants charged, their rumbling footsteps shaking the ground. The Beamon beast slammed his shoulder into Galio's waist before letting out a groan of pain and slumping to the ground, clutching his collarbone. Galio stands majestically beside him, unwilling to take advantage of his opponent's danger when he falls to the ground.

"Come on, don't be too discouraged," Galio said, gesturing excitedly. "That was not bad just now. You try again. ”

The beast slowly crawled to its feet, anger burning again in its eyes. He slammed into Galio with all his strength, and his sharp claws ripped off a small piece of Galio's head.

"You broke my crown. There was a hint of surprise in the Colossus's tone, and the desire for battle in his heart was swelling. He picked up his arms like a mace, gathered every ounce of strength in the stone body, and slammed it down. The Forbidden Demon Stone Fist smashed into the flesh and blood of the Beamon Behemoth, and the sound of the giant bone shattering was clearly audible.

The monster staggered, howling and scratching, but caught nothing.

Galio's rocky arms grabbed the beast and tugged hard to break its spine. But the Beamon beast wrestled and broke free from his grasp, pacing around him carefully, and then suddenly turned around and ran.

"Wait, we haven't decided yet!" yelled the Colossus. He followed the beast unhurriedly, hoping that it would rekindle its fighting spirit.

But the faint cries of Demacia's compatriots reached his ears in the wind. Before he knew it, Galio had chased hundreds of steps behind the beast, away from the center of the battlefield. He wanted to keep fighting the beast, but his human comrades needed him.

The beast limped away. Gario took one last look at it, reluctantly. "Farewell, behemoth. ”

He turned around and strode back to his comrades. More than half of the Demacian soldiers were lying on the ground in pain, tormented by some invisible force. He knew immediately that it was this force that kept him alive.

Golem saw the fear on the soldiers' faces, and then saw the vicious magician again. Galio knows his duty, and he knows the consequences that come with it.

He leaped high, then lunged down from the sky towards the mage. Interrupting his vicious call, the savage was crushed into the fertile ground beneath his feet. The rest of the invaders were immediately crushed, abandoned their armour, and fled in all directions.

As the magician's spell faded, Galio's heart was filled with joy and sorrow. The power that brought him back to life was draining from him. He had saved countless lives, but was forced to fall into a deep sleep again.

He didn't understand why he didn't have his own magic, all life must have its own magic. Why was he born so specially? Was that what his creator had intended to be? He felt the cold dormancy strike again, leaving a last consolation: if life was magical, no matter how short, it would be worth the wait.

One day, he will crush the last mage in the world with his invincible fist, and the Demacian stone sentry will sleep forever.

The Shurima Empire was once a thriving civilization nestled in a vast desert. After the era of development and prosperity, the glittering capital fell apart and the entire empire was reduced to ruins. In the millennia, Shurima's former glory has changed from a historical story to a myth and a religion, passed down among the descendants of the survivors who are scattered around.

Most of the nomadic inhabitants living in Shurima had to search for basic subsistence in this unforgiving land. Some are stationed in small outposts around a handful of oases. The rest survive by poaching the wealth buried beneath the ruins of the empire or taking on mercenary contracts. In order to survive the dog Gou Fly camp, he was finally buried in the yellow sand. Now, the tribes are stirring up, as whispers come from the heart of the desert: the city of Shurima has risen again.

In ancient Shurima, there was a lonely and melancholy soul, Amumu. He wandered the world just to find a friend. He was cursed by an ancient witchcraft and was destined to endure eternal loneliness, for to be touched by him meant death, and to be loved by him meant to be ravaged. All those who claimed to have seen Amumu said he was a living corpse, short in stature, and covered in blue-gray bandages. Myths, folklore, and epic legends have been concocted around Amumu for so long that no one can tell which is true and which is fantasy.

The craftsmen of Shurima are very unanimous in their opinions on certain things, such as the morning breeze always blowing westward, eating too much on the night of the new moon is a bad omen, and the greatest treasures are always buried under the heaviest rocks. However, what they have never been able to agree on is the story of Amumu.

In the most commonly heard story, Amumu was a member of Shurima's founding royal family, but the family contracted a disease that caused the flesh to decay and wither at a terrifying rate. As the youngest child in the family, Amumu was isolated in his own dormitory, with only one maid listening to him crying through the wall, and he became friends with the maid. She would tell him about the big and small things in the palace, and how her grandmother had mysterious powers, and sent some comfort to the lonely prince.

One morning, the palace maid brought bad news that Amumu's last brother had died, which meant that he had become Emperor Shurima. The palace maid knew that Amumu could only bear the bad news alone, and her grief welled up in her heart, and she unlocked the door of the dormitory and rushed in to comfort him in person. Amumu hugged her affectionately, but just as they touched each other, he retreated in surprise, realizing that he had brought the family's doom upon her.