He watched as mortals walked under his feet, saluting him year after year. What puzzled him was that as time passed, people would disappear one by one. Galio wondered where the disappeared had gone. Maybe they were sent to mend it, just like he did when he came back from the battlefield.

As the years passed, Galio came to realize how sad the answer to the question was: Demacia was different from him, unable to be repainted or easily repaired. Humans are fragile and their lives are short. Now he suddenly understood how much humanity needed his protection. Fighting was his ardent desire, and now, the people are what he is fighting for.

Despite this, in the centuries that followed, Galio was only given a handful of opportunities to join the fray. Demacia began to focus on the interior, and the magic of the world had become much scarcer than before, so he could only remain dormant, observing the world in a half-asleep trance. The colossus's deepest hope was to be blessed with a massive amount of magic so powerful that it would never need to sleep again.

Only then will Galio be able to truly carry out his goal, standing forever on the front lines of the battle, unswerving to protect Demacia.

The war was approaching, but Galio could only watch as the Demacian soldiers prepared for battle. He couldn't tell how long it had been since he had tasted magic. On several occasions, he was carried off the pedestal and transported to the front, but all of them did not have the opportunity to move, and in the end he had to return in vain. Although his body was always still, his heart was always stirring.

His heart longs to fight.

Galio could only vaguely see the line of northern barbarians gathering in the distance. Although all his senses were dull in this half-asleep state, he could still see that the barbarians were free and disorganized. They swayed from side to side with a big grin, eager to compete with the Demacians. Galio often heard of these wild men, whose recent victories had caused the people of the city to turn their heads in horror and say that Freljord's army never left a mouth alive, and would cut off the heads of their enemies and stick them in the giant fangs of the monsters......

But in the eyes of the Colossus, he had no interest in the barbarians at all. Because he saw a majestic figure of the larger target, almost as high as a hill. It was menacing, its body undulating with its steps, like a raging wave, trying to rush to the beachhead and sweep everything in one go.

What is that? Galio was overjoyed. I wish it was here for a fight.

At his feet, the officers and men of Demacia were marching in unison, singing a military song in unison. The song is filled with the confidence of victory, which is enough to make people eliminate distractions and concentrate on fighting. But this military song Galio had heard it too many times, and he knew that this time there was less certainty and more hesitation in the chorus.

They were reluctant to face the beast. Then let me face it for them!

Galio was filled with a strong desire to take everyone into his arms and tell them that everything was going to be all right, because he would rush to the front and drive an entire army of invading people out of the border. But there was nothing he could do. His hands, feet, and fingertips were all cold and stiff, not unlike the stone from which he had been carved in the first place. He needed a catalyst, some kind of powerful magic, to break this lucid sleep.

I hope there is a mage this time, he looked at the distant horizon and thought silently to himself. There are usually no mages. I don't like fighting without mages.

His concern deepened as he heard the tired snort of the bull dragging him forward. There were dozens of bulls, but every mile they walked had to be replaced with new ones. For a moment, Galio felt like they were all going to fall to the ground from exhaustion, leaving themselves in the barren mountains on the border of Demacia, unable to participate in the human revelry.

His heart hung in the air, and he finally reached the edge of the battlefield. He knew that there would be no negotiations before this battle, because it was impossible for this group of barbarians to surrender. Galio heard the sound of metal grinding, and it was his human comrades at his feet who were locking their shields together to form a steel shield wall. But he knew that whatever the beast that the barbarians had brought, it would easily break through the Demacian defenses.

In the blink of an eye, the forwards of the two armies met in close arms, leaving vague afterimages of limbs, steel, and blades. Galio heard the clashing of swords and the muffled sound of a tomahawk striking a shield. On both sides of the war, people were lying in pools of blood and dying. What was once a brave and loud roar is now like the cry of a toddler without a mother.

Golem's loving heart began to tremble. However, he still couldn't get out of his petrified state.

Suddenly, a dazzling purple color burned a hole in the melee, and dozens of Demacian soldiers immediately fell to their knees. Galio felt a long-lost tingle rippling across his fingertips, like the scorching midday sun warming the cold jade. He could barely move his fingers slightly......

Another ray of light that claimed the lives of more Demacian warriors. Galio's senses began to sharpen, and the fierceness and gore of the battle came to his eyes more acutely. The corpses were scattered on the battlefield, and the armor on their bodies was mutilated. Many of the barbarians also fell in pools of their own blood, long since they died.

In the distance, a mage cowered at the back of the barbarian line, his hands gathering a crackling ball of energy, ready to unleash his next attack.

There he is. That's why I woke up. Galio thought to himself. But his gratitude immediately turned to anger. I'm going to crush him first.

But his attention was soon drawn to the behemoth at the farthest end of the battlefield. He finally saw it: it was a tall, burly Beamon beast covered in heavy, rough fur. It was wrestling in its own chains, shaking its head frantically to break free from its blindfolded hood.

Galio laughed. This is the enemy who should taste my fists.

The barbarian lifted the hood from the Behemoth, and above the ugly, twisted mouth was a pair of dark eyes. As soon as the hood was removed, the beast let out a terrible roar, as if to announce that it was about to destroy everything in front of it. The beast's trainer flipped the switch and loosened the chain, and the Beamon beast immediately jumped into the infantry position in front of it, and with a casual wave of its long knife-like claws, more than a dozen Demacian soldiers were killed.

Galio was shocked. Before they grew up, he began to protect them. He wanted to weep for the deceased, because he had seen humans mourn in silence by crying. But he didn't have a structure for crying. He began to focus on his goals as well as the upcoming fights. It was a huge, ferocious beast, and he couldn't wait to fight it. He could feel the life force coming back into him.