GAREN AND KATARINA
The noble homes of Demacia sunk deep into the night when Garen's shadow stretched over the great hall of the castle. He appeared like a giant covered in armor; much taller than the royal guards that stood on the entrance of every room. He approached one of them:
- Anything to report? - he asked with a deep voice.
- Nothing to report, sire. - young guardsman replied.
Garen tap his shouldler.
- Alright, carry on.
He advanced through the hall and climbed down to the lower levels of the castle. One thing immediately drew his attention. There were no guards on their posts. Garen frowned. ''The vault!'' he thought to himself and rushed forward. As he climbed down several levels under the main hall, he realized that each door so far was unlocked. And still no sign of a single guardsman. The path led him to a chamber that stood in front of the royal vault. It was supposed to be full of guards. Now it was empty. The vault door, however, seemed intact.