A cold wind bundled up in Garen's scarf; a very nostalgic feeling that he missed ever so much. Its warm cloth pressed lightly against his cheek and reminded him of its presence. The simple comfort would normally be enough to calm his stomach, but something was different that time. He had a small task to accomplish, and a good friend to see.
With the battle won, and LeBlanc dethroned, the League was considered a joke; the trust the general population had placed up on it was shattered completely, and the ones who still wanted to sustain its goal of peace throughout Runeterra with its battlegrounds were scoffed at and ignored. The concept may have been a good one, but the execution had been done terribly wrong, and the power it had the potential to wield was far too extreme for any one person to hold.
But before it was entirely shut down Jax, or Reginald Ashram, whichever name was preferred, decided to step back up to the plate. He stated that he would be willing to continue to house fights inside of the League in order to sate the thirst of those longing for blood and battle. He would return to his place as the High Summoner of the League of Legends, but fights would be for fun and entertainment. It became a spectator sport more than anything.
Some of those who look back to the events of the war that ended the League think Marcus was genuinely a mastermind who had the entire ordeal planned out from the start; others look at him continually babbling to himself and call the whole thing a mass chaotic sum of luck. Regardless, things appeared to have returned to a decently normal state, but destroying the League was by no means a permanent solution, merely a way to subside the immediate threats to Runeterra and its people. The planet was still going to suffer damages as mana consumption continued in the high quantities unregulated by the League, and all of LeBlanc's clones had not been found, but they were of minor concern for the time being.
Zilean disappeared shortly after the events of the war. It was believed that Marcus knew of his whereabouts, but without the League and Vessaria's magic to help him out, his mind was left to drift throughout time without control of any sort.
Vessaria's death was not taken too heavily by many, and the event was already being named the Deathless War, having suffered no casualties thanks to Yorick. Thresh still walked miserably along the face of Runeterra, but without any way to harness souls, he was treated as mobile target practice for those who knew who he was.
Yorick Mori became a household name. He was the man who protected the lives of thousands of individuals and truly gave the Deathless War its name. He continued to bury the dead on the Shadow Isles, but with a small grace of peace after the War, he got a chance to rest.
LeBlanc was taken to solitary confinement, in a room powered by the blue Banshee's Veil, keeping her incredible magical strength under permanent lockdown.
Talon actually proposed to Katarina shortly after the war, and they successfully formed one of the most emotionless and sadistic couples Valoran had ever seen.
Ashe and Tryndamere returned to the Freljord in hopes of finally solving the issue with the ice trolls, to help rebuild the assaulted Avarosan camps, and to begin looking for information on the possibility that Lissandra was one of LeBlanc's minions.
Valor made a full recovery and Quinn managed to find herself placed one notch higher in the Demacian military ranks. She stayed by Jarvan's side at all times, being promoted to an official guard after the leave of Shyvana. She decided to spend her time with the actual Jarvan the Fourth, who was deemed too psychologically unstable to rule a country after he attempted continued to fight in the Deathless War for three days after everyone had left. Besides, after the broke lance housing the green Banshee's Veil had been reforged into an official weapon, the Jarvan clone carried it instead as a safekeeping tool, just to be safe that his mind was his and no one else's.
Garen had not heard anything of Lucian or Sejuani, but he and Luxanna had finally started to construct a solid relationship with one another. Ezreal seemed to look up to Garen, even though it was he who saved the Demacian's life from the hands of Darius. The Noxian remained at General Swain's side, who was quite torn at the loss of Beatrice, even after he learned of the nature of the bird's existence.
Garen brushed thoughts aside and walked through the lands of Freljord yet again. His feet were no longer equipped with shotty boots or gelatinous shoes like the previous time, so he was capable of traveling in decent comfort. The village he was looking for came into view shortly, being a gentle travel without the typical snowstorm to buffet down upon him.
It was not long before he found what he was looking for inside of the small Avarosan town. The woman was standing outside talking to giant green blob and a placid samurai. She heard the crunching of snow off to her side and looked up to see a familiar face. A smile warped over her so quickly Garen could not help but to return it immediately.
"You… came back," she said, eyes watering with the words.
"Come Riven," Garen stated, holding out an open hand. "There is a new home waiting for you to continue to grow and find yourself. A place alongside me, in the League of Legends."
~THE END~