The Rune Wars was the era of warfare between Noxus and Demacia that employed the use of magi as living weapons. The decision to do so would ravage the land of Valorian and force an uncommon band of magi to stand up to the two Waring city-states in an attempt to create the Institute of War and end the abuse of magic.

The two forces stood opposite each other as the gentle wind kicked up life in the banners each side presented. To one side, the banner of Noxus, a tireless war machine of a city-state. Marching armies all across Valoran in its flex of military strength, the Noxus advance was yet again stopped by its loathed adversary, Demacia. With its own banner held high and with a strong sense of pride, Demacia was the first to respond to the Noxian display of power, sending intercepting battalions to where ever Noxus struck next. Demacian soldiers quietly stood fast before their longtime enemies, both sides waiting for the call for charge.

The small valley between the armies is scarred by the battle that took place only a few days before. The battle was fierce and brutal, yet no side was able to get the edge over the other. It seemed that the rivals knew too much about the others tactics, and the inevitable stalemate drove a wedge between the two forces. Now the two commanders ride toward the field again. A Demacian warfare tradition that is meant to show the humanity and sportsmanship in war, however, the Noxian leaders use the opportunity to show its strength and to intimidate its enemy command with strong and towering officers.

As the commanders finish trading what little there was to say, the Noxian soldiers began to cheer and cry. Unwilling to wait much longer to spill Demacian blood, the Noxian troops bash their sword, shield, and spear together. The Demacian side shows no ware in their moral; their spirits soar higher in belief that their opponents were acting childish and uncivilized. However something on the Noxian side catches the eyes of the Demacian command. A single man, wrapped in black robes, slowly makes his way to the front of the Noxian formation. His face hidden, the man stops his advance before flinging his arms into the air. Simultaneously the earth shakes. The Demacian line does not waver in anticipation as to what the Noxian war machine has concocted this time in the depths of its city.

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