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"In the year 292AN, the Kingdom of Demacia was established, and its first king was crowned..."
"In the year 349 AN, Noxus elected its first emperor, marking the beginning of a period of rapid imperial expansion..."
"In the year 352 AN, General Nuo Zexi led a successful campaign to conquer the Horez region..."
"In the year 360 AN, he commanded his forces to cross the Varju Mountains for the first time, planting the Noxian banner on the Rokrund plains."
"In the year 772 AN, the infamous 'Sun Gate' incident unfolded, splitting the city of Piltover in two. In the same year, Noxian envoy Baird visited Piltover, forging an agreement that made the city-state a commercial hub of the empire."
"In the year 787 AN, the Serpent Isles saw a surge in treasure hunters. Around this time, Bilgewater began to emerge as a bustling and chaotic port city..."
"In the year 790 AN, Major General O'Neill clashed with Demacian forces for the first time in recorded history."
"In the year 812 AN, Lieutenant General Sion achieved the unthinkable by defeating and beheading King Jarvan I of Demacia. After his death, Sion rose again as the undead war god, pledging eternal service to the empire."
"..."
As Ryan narrated each milestone, the scenes unfolded on the magical screen.
The massive scroll suspended in the air continued to fill with shimmering words detailing the conquests and milestones of Noxian history.
Among the tales of nations, the history of Noxus stood out as particularly remarkable. From a single city-state, it had grown into a vast empire that spanned continents.
Behind every Noxian city was the collapse of a kingdom, a duchy, or an entire civilization.
"Rune Calendar 989..."
Ryan paused. Two-thirds of the scroll was now brimming with history.
A faint smirk played on his lips as he declared in a commanding voice:
"This was the year that Mage Ryan, together with Darius, the Hand of Noxus, and Swain, the Master Tactician, founded the Trifarix Council. This council abolished the imperial hereditary system, stripping the emperor and nobles of their sole authority to wield the empire's will. In its place, the Council implemented the Law of Strength—a meritocratic system where power and merit determine leadership!"
"We are great Noxians. We are powerful Noxians! From this day forward, the Empire's history and glorious future will be forged by all of us—together!"
"Noxus has risen!"
As his thunderous words rang out, the sky above Noxus shifted, and the flag of the empire unfurled across the magical screen. Its bold colors symbolized the strength and unity of the nation.
The scroll now reached its end, leaving a vast blank space yet to be filled.
Every Noxian watching understood the significance: this was the space for their contributions.
The future of the empire was yet unwritten, and each citizen, soldier, and leader had the power to shape it.
This moment marked the dawn of a new era where every Noxian could strive to etch their name into the annals of history.
"Noxus!"
"Noxus!"
"Noxus!"
The roar of the crowd filled the air, shaking the earth.
Soldiers raised their weapons high, civilians clenched their fists toward the heavens, and children joined in the chant with youthful fervor.
The empire's history was forged by the blood of their ancestors, and its immense power stood as a testament to their sacrifices.
Now, at this moment, the people of Noxus knew they were not mere spectators—they were participants in its ongoing glory.
With every word Ryan spoke, every vision shared, the flames of Noxian pride burned brighter.
The magic of his speech reached every corner of the continent, stirring the hearts of Noxians everywhere.
Ryan's speech was not just a retelling of history—it was a declaration of Noxus's unyielding spirit and an indelible reminder of its mark on the world.
In the speech just now, Ryan mentioned the names of at least hundreds of generals and historical figures from Noxus.
No one doubted that these names would be immortalized on the monuments of the empire, forever admired by future generations.
As Ryan began to recount the ancestors of the Freljord and Shurima empires, it became clear that whether these empires endured or crumbled in later generations, their most dazzling figures would remain symbols of their eras—eternal fixtures in the annals of the Rune Continent.
At that moment, Ezreal—someone who valued fame above all else—could hardly contain his excitement.
He never anticipated that Ryan would deliver a speech of such magnitude, encapsulating the entire history of the continent in broad strokes.
"How will today be remembered in the future?" Ezreal wondered.
"A day that recorded history!"
And today, as one of the speakers presiding over this momentous occasion, Ezreal knew his name would also be etched into history.
"Noxus!"
Even the usually composed adventurer couldn't help but join the sea of cheering voices, losing himself in the fervent celebration.
When Ezreal finally regained his senses, Ryan's figure vanished without a trace.
Meanwhile, Ryan reappeared within the floating castle.
He moved quickly, supporting a figure on the verge of collapse and gently placing her on a soft seat.
The two exchanged a knowing smile.
As the black beam of light that had pierced the sky dissipated, a radiant blue light replaced it, lifting the floating castle even higher into the heavens.
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Jayce and Mel stood by the window of Medarda Castle, each holding a glass of red wine.
They had just witnessed the grand spectacle in the sky and heard Ryan's proclamation to the world.
"What do you think?"
Mel asked, a subtle smile gracing her lips as she raised her glass toward Jayce.
Jayce, however, looked fatigued. His legs trembled slightly from the overwhelming experience of observing Noxus in its full glory.
Yet, despite his exhaustion, he couldn't deny the magnitude of his discoveries.
His trip to Noxus had been nothing short of transformative.
"I understand now," Jayce said bitterly, "the difference between the faint glimmer of fluorescent light and the scorching brilliance of the sun. I can finally grasp what Ms. Camille meant."
Compared to the grandeur of Noxus, Piltover's prosperity felt hollow—like a gilded facade masking an uncivilized core.
Noxus had no grand monuments, no luxurious attire, no elaborate ceremonies, no fertile lands, nor even the democracy that Piltover prided itself on as a symbol of progress.
But Noxus... Noxus radiated its light—unceasing and unmistakable.
Here, the people burned with ambition for their nation, a hunger for conquest, and a yearning for eternal glory.
"One day," Jayce murmured, "this place will become the center of the world."
He realized then that returning to Piltover immediately would be a mistake.
For the sake of his homeland, he needed to learn more—about Noxus, its culture, its systems, and its indomitable spirit.
Mel tilted her head slightly, her smile deepening.
"A high compliment. It seems you've made up your mind."
Jayce took a deep breath and turned to Mel with newfound determination.
"I've decided. Mel, I hope you'll support me. I want to join the Academy of War."
Mel didn't hesitate. Her eyes glimmered with understanding as she gracefully retrieved an envelope behind her back and handed it to him.
The envelope bore the unmistakable mark of Noxian prestige. Its inscription read:
"Invitation for Associate Professor of the Hextech Department, Academy of War."
Jayce stared at the envelope in awe, his voice soft but resolute.
"Mel... Thank you."
Mel raised her glass with elegant poise.
"You've already proven yourself, Jayce. Now, it's time to step into your next chapter."