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[i]Decades passed as these three entities resonated, their combined presence impossible to ignore. Many contested for these entities near the very beginning of sentience. Agreements and conflicts led to new developments of these entities, and advanced the consciousness of cooperation and competition some call “societies.”

Civilizations grew in numbers, and so did their emphasis of their corresponding roles in the world. Each culminated lives differently from one another. Some were isolated, blissfully further away from the conflicts of the world than others. Some were outgoing, consistently seeking to make their presence known globally. The darker aspects of the three key elements of the growth of civilizations were numbered, yet powerful.

Where there were demons, there were angels. Where there were the greedy, there were the humble. And there were those who sought to tear apart the balance of the world, and those who sought to protect it.

Those who sought to live with these darker aspects inevitably found conflict with those who did not.

Vast and still mysterious in its origins, Sarastrea grew countlessly. And it continued to do so. On and on.

And so on forth.[/i][/center]
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The sun’s rays brilliantly shone down on the capital of Kora.

Bustling crowds moved in Riesling far more than ever. The Thirteenth Koran International Expo drew huge waves of excited outsiders, and it was hard not to be, really. It was like a gigantic fair, with hundreds of galleries and showcases of the history of not just Riesling, but many of the big continents such as Oasari and Kora itself were at the spotlight.

Outside the many modern buildings in Kora, there were wide displays of cultural, technological, and social achievements made by countries. Some were smaller, though occasionally they had a flash of magic or two. It was like a carnival, with souvenirs, foods, and even entertainment topping it all off.

[i]Let it be known that the following days will be days of celebration,[/i] the spokesperson and colonel of Kora spoke at the opening of the expo. [i]A celebration of the millennia we have culminated to reach where we are now. We welcome all not with open arms, but with unparalleled, genuine appreciation through our form of gratitude.[/i]

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[h3][i]Prologue[/i][/h3]
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[h3][u][b]Vermilla[/b][/u][/h3]

Vermilla Flaxelle remained calm.

It was the third day since she had resigned from the Koran Secret Intelligence Service. Life was rather forgiving to her. She might have dropped her groceries on a puppy, but she made sure it wasn’t injured. She accidentally gave a salad with mushrooms to someone who had allergies to mushrooms as a gift, but nothing escalated from the itchiness that ensued.

She simply needed time to get used to things.

Carrying a paper bag full of souvenirs pressed against her chest, she carefully walked past several crowds. According to someone she knew of at the SIS, there were common incidents of thievery even in broad daylight. Letting her guard down was the last thing she should think of.

Nobody was going to take away the souvenirs she grabbed. They weren’t necessarily for herself, but rather, gifts for her hard-working friends. She didn’t find much enjoyment out of bobble-head cats and the like, but she certainly did not want to visit them empty-handed.

She continued to walk in silence.

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[h3][u][b]Mark Noxus[/b][/u][/h3]

Mark stretched his arms as he yawned.

Shaking his head, Mark Noxus took a bite out of his burger as he leaned against a short, but wide arcade building. Unbeknownst to him, he bit the top of the bun first, and continued from there. The burger obviously didn’t taste as good as it should’ve.

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[h3][b][u]Ryuu Yamauchi[/u][/b][/h3]

Sitting at a completely barren stall, an intimidating man who wore sunglasses sat with his arms crossed.

Kora was… a great place. Really, it was surprising for him to even say that considering that most people treated their home countries like it was the worst thing ever. But in Kora, he secured a pretty solid job and met some nice people. Of course, said nice people resulted in a measly number of three, and they were all men.

The Koran Expo, however, was a different story. If there was one thing he realized, it was the fact that nobody came close to his anime stall.

[i]What’s the problem?[/i] He thought angrily as he grinded his teeth furiously against each other. [i]It’s not like the other anime stalls I’ve seen didn’t have anybody close by! So why the hell is mine the only one so empty?![/i]

With a face that quite easily drove away customers, he continued to ponder at his current lack of success. There had to be some kind of formula he was missing…