First, take down the Sword Demon, then save Runeterra.

Five days later, in a mountain range in northern Freljord.

Ato casually slays a beast that was lying in ambush, only to realize later that ever since he sheathed the Darkin Demon Sword, he has been constantly harassed by wild beasts, suffering more than a dozen attacks in the past five days.

"Could it be that the aura emanating from the demonic sword was detected by the keen-sensed beasts, which is why we weren't attacked before?"

Although it posed no threat to Atto, the repeated attacks still made him somewhat irritated.

"Let's hurry back to civilized society. It's too wild here. The disguise of the sword sheath is completely useless here..."

“Standing on the mountain, I can already see the ocean north of Freljord, where icebergs float. The Frostguard Fortress from my memory should be nearby. Hey, before I traveled here, I used to play ARAM on the bridge in front of the fortress every day.”

"A chaotic free-for-all? Are there frequent wars there?" Aatrox's voice came through Aatrox's ear.

"No... well, you can't say it isn't, but it's definitely not the kind of war you're thinking of." Ato suddenly got an itch to play. "God, I haven't touched a computer in two months! I want to play Super Smash Bros.!"

Seeing that Aatrox had uttered several more nonsensical terms without any explanation, Aatrox fell silent.

The scabbard enhanced his rationality and patience, and he was no longer as irritable as before.

Atto moved very fast, covering more than ten meters with each step, as if walking on flat ground even in steep mountainous areas.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, it was already completely dark, and he decided to find a cave to spend the night.

Nighttime was not a good time to visit Frostguard Fortress. He prepared for the worst, as he might clash with the Frostguards there, or even with Lissandra herself.

Without sunlight, the nighttime temperatures in Freljord are unimaginable to most people.

If a battle were to actually occur, fighting in the cold environment would be extremely disadvantageous for Atto.

If it were just Lissandra, Ator might have just charged in headfirst, but he knew there were some troublesome monsters inside.

After walking around the foot of the mountain for another hour, Ato finally found a sheltered cave.

"Luckily, there were no signs of wild animals..."

Atto casually found a place to sit down, and unlike the previous days, he took off his sword sheath and drew the Darkin Demon Sword.

He manipulated the scabbard to remove the disguise of the demonic sword, revealing its original terrifying form, and then plunged it into the ground beside him.

"...What are you trying to do?" Aatrox was puzzled by Aatrox's unusual behavior.

"We're very close to Frostguard Fortress now. Old man, you probably haven't met many people older than you, have you?"

"Most of the people from my generation have now turned to dust. Even those angel sisters are much younger than me. The only being I've seen recently who is older than me is the demigod Orn."

"You still can't forget the Angel Sisters... Losing to them really bothers you that much?" Ato felt an urge to cover his face.

"There's an old monster in Frostguard Fortress that's lived from ten thousand years ago... no, an old hag... no, that's not right either..."

"Is she strong?" Aatrox valued strength more.

"It's hard to say, we'll only know after we fight her, but I don't want to take any risks or have a conflict with her. You don't want to experience being frozen by Zhenbing."

"Then why choose to remove the disguise today?"

"It's to invite her into my dream," Ator explained. "Ten thousand years ago, in order to gain power, she lost her sight, and in return, she gained the ability to walk in dreams."

"So that old hag definitely doesn't sleep at night, she wanders around in other people's dreams..."

"You want to use the aura of the Demon Sword to lure her into your dream?" Aatrox finally understood.

"That's right, with my constitution that always seems to encounter heroes, she'll definitely come."

"I'll try to contact her in my dream beforehand, reveal some things I know, and see how she reacts. If all goes well, the Frostguards will line up to welcome us when we go to Frostguard Fortress tomorrow."

"However, this is a bit difficult. Lissandra is the kind of person who will do anything to keep a secret. We need to consider what we shouldn't say..."

……

As night fell, Lissandra stood in a secret room in Frostguard Fortress. With her special senses, she knew that the moment had come when she could see the world again.

She was tall and slender, covered in a dark blue robe, and wore a strangely shaped pointed hat that covered her eyes.

The arms that emerged from her robe were a different color from those of a normal human, displaying a gradient of blue, while beneath her feet lay a layer of eternally solid ice that would never melt, supporting her body.

Freljord at night is extremely dangerous, not only because of the even more terrifyingly low temperatures than during the day, but also because of the wild beasts or monsters that are hard to guard against. Therefore, the residents here usually choose to rest very early.

Lissandra opened her arms, her consciousness wandering through the dreams of the Freljordians.

She conceals herself, allowing her consciousness to spread. No one can find her in a dream unless the dream's owner is of Iceborn blood, in which case she will appear and guide them to her side.

She saw a strong young man from the tribe who, in her dream, was invited by the War Mother to form a blood pact with her. The War Mother obeyed him completely, and after the ceremony, they couldn't wait to return to their room.

She saw a warrior of barbarian blood being attacked by a dozen dire wolves. His body, arms, and legs were covered in the marks of the dire wolves' bites. The barbarian warrior's expression was ferocious as he launched a counterattack with boundless rage.

She saw a nearly extinct snowman, holding a young boy in its arms, using its thick fur to shield the boy from the biting wind, running across the snowfield.

She saw a thin girl in a warm room, her parents holding her hand, enjoying the prey they had caught during the day. But the next second, the dream dissipated like a shattered mirror—the girl was dead.

Lissandra's expression remained unchanged despite being squeezed out of the dream, a common occurrence in Freljord.

Fights break out between tribes every day, and the survivors of the defeated tribes often find it difficult to survive alone in the cold winds, especially the unfortunate girl.

Just as she was about to continue searching for the dream, she suddenly sensed an unusual aura, not far from Frostguard Fortress.

She gradually approached that unusual dream, completely different from any dream she had ever seen before, seemingly imbued with an incomprehensible power, which aroused the curiosity of the usually indifferent Lissandra.

Lissandra effortlessly lowered her consciousness and entered the dream without hindrance.

The noisy surroundings made it impossible for her to see the scene clearly at first glance, so she had to use her strength to try to make the blurry picture clear.

"A dreamer with very strong mental fortitude..."

However, when Lissandra finally saw the scene in her dream clearly, she couldn't help but gasp.