Prologue
He meditate on top of the frozen fortress in the far north of Frejlord.
Waiting for the Champions of the league to assembles themselves to confront him in the final conflict to decide the fate of Runeterra forever.
Using his power he saw their armies mustering in the field they put all aside their difference and come together as one force not to be reckon with.
He saw the banner of Demacia marching together with the Banners of Noxus with the banner of ionain's, yorldes, even the new armies of Shurima that Sivir and Azir have gather together also the armies of Piltover and Zuan even ghostly Isles joined the march.
The Remaining remnants of Avarosa and Winters claw joined up as the whole nation were moving that none the world has ever seen.
He's feature was cold and pale, handsomely but dread. He didn't felt the slighest bit of frost for countless days, months without eating he finished his meditation and open up his eyes as it glow's transparently with power that was infused.
He wield up his Weapon the Sword of Froksta the blade radiates its color as he hold it up with his black gauntlet. He felt its need a taste of battle.
He wore the Armor of Dread its color was black with gems of Ruby and Koazart it was a gift when he killed Lissandra and took its power for his own in order to change Destiny. He does this for something greater. He's doing it for love he hold dear into his soul. He's doing it for Ashe.
Garen walk up into the Balcony and saw the armies gathered at the frost gates.
He raised his swords and unleashes his armies of dreadknights and ancient horrors of frozen creatures that was marching out from his mighty fotress.
He grin as the final battle was about to begin.
Prologue end.