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

The dream's imagery finally became clear, revealing a vast battlefield before Lissandra's eyes.

She saw one side of the war, the people at the forefront—who had perhaps transcended the realm of humanity.

He was twenty or thirty meters tall, his entire body bathed in golden armor, his face hidden beneath a helmet, holding a giant sword that seemed capable of splitting mountains, and his holy wings spread out behind him like the first rays of dawn illuminating the earth, like a divine warrior descended to earth.

Behind him, there were soldiers of similar stature and animalistic features charging forward, with countless ordinary soldiers at their feet.

When Lissandra saw the other side of the battle, her mind went completely blank.

It was something she both knew and felt strange about, something she both feared and was wary of—a void monster.

She even felt that this was a scene from the future.

The Void broke free from its seal, devoured Freljord, and transformed into countless terrifying monsters. It came to the southern continent, and eventually everything in Runeterra became nourishment for the Void.

When the two armies clashed, ordinary soldiers were powerless to resist, either being trampled into mincemeat by large monsters or becoming food for monsters with sharp teeth and large mouths. Only the Celestial Warriors were able to fight back and killed many Void Monsters.

Why do I see emptiness in my dreams? What is the identity of the person who owns these dreams?

By the way, where is the protagonist of the dream? They are all the main characters in the dream, so why am I seeing images without a protagonist?

"Actually, you saw the main character; the celestial warrior at the very front is him."

"Who?" Lissandra turned around abruptly, trying to find the source of the voice.

This was the first time she was discovered when she entered the dream, and the first time she couldn't find the dream's owner. Her control over the dream had failed!

"Are you satisfied with this dream, Lissandra?" Ato appeared in front of Lissandra.

What Aatrox showed Lissandra was a war that Aatrox could never forget.

He used the Darkin Blade's power to recreate the war, believing that Lissandra would be more patient and willing to make a deal with him after seeing these images.

"Who are you? And why do you know about the void?"

Lissandra's hands glowed with a deep blue light, but she knew very well that this was a dream, and that her True Ice magic could not truly harm the mysterious figure before her.

“The one who knows everything,” Atto maintained his mystique, “Do you want to know about this war?”

"Quick, tell me!" Lissandra's voice was filled with urgency. "You have precognitive abilities? Is this something that will happen in a few years?"

“I know you’re in a hurry, but don’t rush… This isn’t something for the future; it ended three thousand years ago.”

“Three thousand years ago?” Lissandra was stunned. She sealed the void ten thousand years ago, and this scene only happened seven thousand years later?

The environment doesn't look like Freljord... Is it some continent in the south?

"What was the final result? Was the void sealed?"

"Of course, otherwise how could the world have developed to where it is today?"

Ator drew the disguised greatsword from his back, and with a thought, the Darkin Demon Sword returned to its original form.

“This sword is…” Even in her dream, the Darkin Blade still gave Lissandra a very dangerous feeling.

"Uh, hello, I am Aatrox, the master of dreams."

"Are you the master of this dream?" Lissandra thought of the figure charging ahead in the scene, and the equally tall warrior behind him.

Their formidable fighting prowess impressed Lissandra, and the Void's advance was significantly hampered by them.

"The battle scene has ended, and the dream is about to end as well." Ato did not answer Lissandra's question.

"Time is of the essence, so I'll get to the point. I have a deal. I'll be heading to Frostguard Fortress tomorrow, and I don't think you'll let the Frostguards stop me, will you?"

“After all, it’s not easy to train a guard, and I don’t want to take their lives for no reason.”

"...I will give the order in advance, and you will not be hindered in any way."

“Very good.” Ato snapped his fingers, and everything in the dream quickly turned into darkness. Lissandra ended this special dream exploration.

Inside a secret room of Frost Guard.

Lissandra emerges from the dream; there is still some time before sunrise.

She remained silent for a long time, the ice beneath her feet sliding silently.

She opened the door to the secret chamber and walked down the fortress’s corridors. The Frost Guards along the way knelt on one knee as she passed, paying their highest respects to their matriarch.

Lissandra arrived at the hall where the sacrificial ceremony was being held, and her voice echoed throughout the fortress.

"Loraka, my priestess, come to me."

After waiting for a minute or two, an old man with sunken cheeks and deep-set eyes walked into the hall. He held a sacrificial staff in his hand and wore a piece of sacred black ice around his neck.

He kept his head down the whole time, and when he came before Lissandra, he knelt down deeply, murmuring, "Lady who controls ice and darkness, what is the purpose of calling upon your loyal priest?"

"Raise your head, priest."

Loraka propped herself up with her scepter, only daring to look at the ice beneath Lissandra's feet.

"Go and instruct the Frost Guards that tomorrow the fortress will welcome a guest carrying a greatsword. When he arrives, the Frost Guards should not stop him; you should guide him to the sacrificial hall to see me."

“Yes, Chieftain.” Loraka lowered his head again. He didn’t ask Lissandra why she wanted to see the guest; he only needed to obey the order.

Loraca left, and Lissandra's "gaze" pierced through the thick stone walls of Frostguard Fortress, through the Howling Abyss dug by Ornn ten thousand years ago, and through the eternally unmelting True Ice beneath the abyss.

She saw a purple eye moving, waiting for its chance.

They have waited for ten thousand years, and they will continue to wait.

……

Ato stepped out of the comfortable, sheltered cave. The demon sword behind him reverted to its disguise. Although Lissandra had seen what the demon sword looked like, she was still worried that it would provoke the Frostguards.

“The Frostguards did nothing wrong. On the contrary, they worked diligently under Lissandra’s command, monitoring the Howling Abyss. My friend, they are true heroes.”

"The last person you commented on like that was Ryze." Over the past two months, Aatrox had gradually gotten used to some of Aatrox's peculiar sentence structures.

"Yes, Ryze must have already arrived at the Shylana Monastery and retrieved a World Rune."

"I wonder if it's a coincidence, but not long after Ryze left Ionia, Noxus attacked. Do you think if Ryze hadn't had time to leave, he would have helped Ionia fight against Noxus?"

"No, he doesn't care about things at that level."

"You and I are thinking the same thing."