125 MT [1],

In a realm lost to time, the Froja continent reigned, a place of wonder and harmony. Diverse races thrived together, their vibrant essences blending in perfect unity. Amidst nature's blessings, both mankind and mystical beings soared to great heights. The legendary King of humans, The Rolus, gifted Froja with arcane wisdom, awakening dormant enchantments. Though Froja's magic paled compared to the Gojaka continent, birthplace of all things arcane, the two realms remained unaware of each other. But on April 5th, during the 125th MT, demons discovered Froja's shores. Winds of change whispered secrets, and heroes emerged from shadows, guided by an unseen hand. With hope ablaze, they faced the encroaching darkness. In this crucial hour, Froja's fate teetered, as light and darkness clashed for existence.

"Captain! We've struck soil!" a demon bellowed, his voice resonating through the air. Startled, the leader of the demon formation swiftly turned his attention towards the source. "Haisa and Doltic!" he commanded, beckoning two of his trusted subordinates. "Take the scouting boat and bring back vital information." The demons acknowledged the order with a boisterous, unified response. "Aye! Aye! Captain!" they roared in unison, their voices echoing with unquestioning loyalty.

"Damn! That was a rough ride! I can't endure this incessant torment of sailing," Haisa grumbled to Doltic, his voice filled with frustration. Doltic glanced back at Haisa, his expression a mix of empathy and caution. "You know our captain would be livid if we slack off during our duties," he warned, emphasizing the importance of their mission.

"We've been sailing for the past seven months, surviving barely on sea fish. How can I keep silent about this never-ending ordeal?" Haisa vented his frustration to Doltic. Doltic nodded understandingly, acknowledging the hardships they had endured. "You're right. I hope we find something substantial in this soil. Do you think we've returned to the Demon Land?" Doltic inquired, his eyes scanning their surroundings. Haisa shook his head in response. "I don't think so. Look at these trees! It's not nearly as massive as the ones back home," Haisa observed, pointing at some modest-sized trees nearby. "And those mountains, take a look! They're adorned with lush greenery and topped with snow," Doltic added, gazing at the distant majestic peaks.

Both demons disembarked and set foot upon the shores of the Froja continent, embarking on their mission to explore. Haisa, a stout and powerful demon, gripped a formidable axe crafted from an enigmatic material sourced from their demonic homeland. Meanwhile, Doltic, slightly taller than Haisa and possessing a well-proportioned physique, stood beside him with dual short axes on his back, ready to face whatever lay ahead. Clad in finely crafted tunics fashioned from the hides of Demonic beasts, both Haisa and Doltic donned attire befitting their formidable nature. The intricately designed garments showcased the fierce and fearsome aesthetics of the creatures they hailed from. Adorning their heads were the skins of these fearsome beasts.

"I believe we have stumbled upon a new island, don't you think, Dol?" Haisa queried, his eyes scanning the horizon. Doltic nodded in agreement, sharing the same observation. "Indeed, you're right! Let's continue scouting until we discover something edible to sustain our comrades," Doltic suggested, his voice filled with determination. "Absolutely," Haisa concurred, their shared resolve driving them forward. With resolute steps, they pressed deeper into the uncharted territory, their surroundings enveloped by dense forests, shrouded in mystery and waiting to unveil its secrets.

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The sight before him left Doltic in awe. A village emerged from the landscape near the shoreline, its presence a testament to human habitation in this uncharted land. Doltic, overcome with excitement, pointed in its direction, drawing Haisa's attention. "Woah! Haisa, look over there! It's a thriving civilization. It appears that people reside near the shore," Doltic exclaimed, his voice filled with wonder. Haisa, still processing the revelation, expressed his disbelief. "What? Where?" he questioned, turning his gaze to the direction indicated by Doltic. "I can't believe it! There are people living on this island?" Haisa uttered, shock evident in his voice. His immediate response was to inform their captain and await further instructions. However, Doltic interjected with caution.

"No, Haisa! We cannot do that. As scouts of the proud Noxus, it is our duty to ensure the safety of our comrades. We know nothing about this village. What if the settlement poses a threat to us?" Doltic reasoned, emphasizing the need for caution in the face of the unknown. "Then it's settled! Let's venture into the village and see it with our own eyes," Haisa agreed, his curiosity getting the better of him. Shrouded in their hooded cloaks, the demons discreetly made their way towards the inhabited settlement. As they entered the village, they noticed that the inhabitants were not demons but an entirely different species.

Perplexed, Haisa turned to Doltic seeking guidance. "Did you see that? They're not demons! What should we do?" Haisa questioned, uncertain of their next course of action. Doltic, ever calm and composed, proposed a simple solution. "Let us approach them and inquire," he suggested, hoping for a peaceful exchange.

Doltic stepped forward and addressed one of the villagers, introducing himself. "Hello! My name is Doltic, and we come from a distant land," he spoke with a genuine intent to establish communication. However, the villager, taken aback by the sudden encounter, grew fearful and questioned Doltic with unease. "Huh? What is this guy mumbling about? And why are you getting so close to me? Where did you come from?" the villager exclaimed; his fear evident in his voice. “WHAAT ICH THIZZ KAAY MUMBEL ING…? Dol! what the hell was he talking about?” Haisa asked Doltic in confusion, clearly perplexed by the villager's response. Doltic sighed and replied, "It appears they are not familiar with our language, Haisa. They don't understand Dementra, the language of Duntara." Realizing the language barrier, Haisa nodded in understanding. "So, they must have their own language. We'll need to find a way to communicate with them," Haisa suggested, contemplating the best approach to bridge the gap between their cultures.

Doltic agreed, his gaze shifting between the villagers. "Yes, we must find a way to communicate effectively. Perhaps there's someone in the village who can help us understand each other," he suggested, hopeful for a peaceful resolution. The unexpected encounter left the villager frozen in place, his grip on the bread tightening before it slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. In a display of compassion, Doltic, embodying the essence of a noble demon, crouched down to retrieve the dropped bread. As he leaned forward, his hood fell back, revealing his face to the startled villager. The sight of Doltic's unfamiliar features, coupled with the imposing weapon-like apparatus on his back, proved too overwhelming for the

villager to comprehend. Overwhelmed by fear, the villager's voice rose in a panicked shriek, echoing through the village. "Monsters! Monsters! Monsters in our village! Aaahhh!" With terror driving his instincts, the villager fled, desperately seeking refuge from the perceived threat.

To be continued...

[1] MT: (Majin Toshi) Magical Year

[2] Formation: A group of 25 (+ 1 leader)

[3] Dementra – Demonic Language of Duntara Demon Tribe.