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

At Frostguard Fortress, Lissandra sensed magical fluctuations coming from near Howling Abyss and immediately teleported to the stone bridge. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Ator and the others emerge from the teleportation array.

Without thinking twice, she asked directly, "Have you found Ornn?"

“No need to rush.” Ator waved his hand and turned to introduce, “Alora, this is Lissandra, one of the three Ice Sisters from ten thousand years ago. And this is Alora, a friend introduced by Ornn, who is familiar with the psychic realm.”

"The Three Sisters of Ice?" Aura was frightened, but she remembered the legends she had heard from her elders since childhood. "The Three Sisters of Ice are the ancestors of all Freljordians. They all died in that catastrophe, but it seems that one of them survived. Your Excellency, could you be the one who experienced that catastrophe ten thousand years ago and survived to this day?"

Lissandra nodded silently, without reacting to the rumors.

The rumors Ara heard were deliberately spread by her; as long as they didn't involve what Lissandra actually did ten thousand years ago, she didn't care how others imagined it.

Thinking of this, Lissandra subconsciously glanced at Atto, the only man who knew her past, and everything was understood without words.

Atto, of course, would not break the agreement, and responded subtly with his gaze.

"Without further ado, Alara and I will go explore the spiritual realm first. Riven and Lissandra, you two stay and guard the fortress, don't let the target sneak up on the seal."

With no objections from either of them, Atto waved his hand, drawing the bunny girl's attention back to reality.

"Oh...you're going to the spiritual realm now? No problem..."

Aurora finally snapped out of her shock and began to work seriously.

She placed one hand on Ato's shoulder and chanted, "Spirit of the Two Realms, unfold the world!"

As soon as the words were spoken, in the real world, the two figures disappeared as if erased by an eraser.

From Ator's perspective, their position hadn't changed; only the surrounding scenery was different.

Frostguard Fortress, Howling Stone Bridge, and the distant snow-capped mountains are all as they were, but the colors have become bizarre and grotesque, as if the contrast has been increased in a game.

In a world like an oil painting, all the buildings and terrains are in their original positions, only the colors have become vibrant and colorful, and there are countless points of light floating in mid-air, which are the strange creatures that Aurora has been misunderstood since she was a child.

"How does it feel to be in the Spirit Realm for the first time?" Ara took a deep breath, enjoying the long-lost sense of ease. The terrifying aura from the abyss was finally gone. "Oh, these points of light are children born in the Spirit Realm! Be careful not to harm them."

Ato quickly regained consciousness and immediately returned to his instincts. He drew the Darkin Staff from its sheath and released a magic circle that filtered through himself and Alara from head to toe.

"Huh... what is this?" Aura was surprised to be startled by the withered tree staff even after entering the mental realm. "Didn't you say I didn't have to participate in the battle?"

“The Vastaya’s intelligence is worrying,” Ato chuckled. “I told you not to participate in the battle, so don’t worry. This is invisibility magic; it can eliminate your presence and aura. Since we’re looking for someone, are we going to just walk right in?”

Aura was briefly stunned. As a child, she could only traverse between the material and spiritual realms; the ability to freely cast spells here was something she wasn't even an adult yet. So this human, claiming to be Orn's friend, had only been in the spiritual realm for a few minutes and could already be casting spells there?

Ato didn't want to explain, and directly manipulated the Darkin Staff to conceal the two figures: "Let's go, let's check a few key locations first."

“Oh, oh…” Ara instinctively echoed, following the man in front of her.

Ato spread his blood wings and surveyed the area that the bunny girl could maintain, regardless of the cost.

Strangely, after searching the entire Frostguard Fortress, the abyss beneath the stone bridge, and the nearby mountains within the spiritual realm, not a single clue about Zolani could be found.

Aura wasn't idle either. She used her elemental affinity to ask the strange creatures around her if any uninvited guests had broken in, but she always received a negative answer.

“How could this be…” Ato scratched his head in frustration. Lissandra was certain that someone had touched the seal at the bottom of the abyss. Apart from Zoranny being there, the only other possibility was that Lissandra was lying.

But Balcox, the Darkin Staff, confirmed Lissandra's statement that the seal within the Abyss had indeed been touched.

"I can't very well suspect the old man's men..."

"Hey!" Just as Ato hesitated, Aura said uneasily from the Howling Stone Bridge in the spiritual realm, "A rift has appeared about a thousand miles to the south, and that rift... exudes the same terrifying aura as the one beneath that bridge in the real world!"

"Are you sure?!" Atto exclaimed, as if facing a formidable enemy.

“I wouldn’t mistake it.” Aura shook her head slightly, her expression serious, and slowly backed away. “The spiritual realm is another world, but I’ve never sensed that aura before, and it feels very similar to your withered tree staff!”

Without further hesitation, Atto declared, "Send me back to the real world!"

Aurora grabbed Atto, and instantly the colorful world around them returned to normal.

The Howling Stone Bridge was in complete chaos. After the troll riot, the remaining Iceborn were all fulfilling their duties.

Upon seeing the two return, Lissandra hurriedly asked, "A small rift has opened in the void a thousand miles away. Although it's not as large as it was ten thousand years ago, this is the first time a rift has appeared in Freljord in history. Do you know why?"

Ato shook his head. He didn't think the appearance of the rift was related to his search of the spiritual realm. To open a rift near a powerful seal, one must be well-prepared.

"How do you know the rift opened up a thousand miles away?" This matches the distance Aurora sensed.

"Why? Because I'm too familiar with the aura of the void. I can smell it even from ten thousand miles away!" Lissandra's tone was equally flustered.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Ato roughly understood everything. Lissandra was right; it must be Zolani who started the trouble.

As they headed toward the abyss, their attention was completely drawn to the seal, and they overlooked the mocking gaze of the one-eyed creature beneath the ice, which appeared to be a watcher. They simply assumed it was sarcasm, as it was in line with the instincts of void creatures, and therefore paid it no mind.

In the short time before their arrival, Zoranny had already reached an agreement with the one-eyed creature to somehow tear open a small, previously unseen rift in Freljord, a process far simpler than breaking Lissandra's seal!

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Alara asked tentatively.

“Of course.” Ato’s mind raced. “A search shouldn’t be necessary, but if the target tries to escape, hey, I’ll just give her a lightning whirlwind!”