Freljord's Rebirth

The battle for Freljord finally came to an end with Bel'Veth's escape.

Ryan's arrival had not been entirely without gains.

Aside from Bel'Veth, all the remaining demigod Void creatures had been captured.

"Its knowledge may allow me to advance even further."

Viktor's voice echoed across the ice plains. He stood behind Ryan, looking at Vel'Koz lying on the ground before them.

"I have no problem giving it to you, but let Orianna completely seal and suppress it first. I don't want any accidents happening at the Immortal Bastion."

Ryan did not care much about Vel'Koz's fate.

In just a few words, its ownership had been decided.

After dealing with matters here, Ryan studied Anivia with interest as she preened her icy blue feathers.

"This should be our second meeting, Lady Anivia."

"Ryan Meredith."

Anivia looked at him with a complicated expression.

"The first time I saw you was several years ago. We did not meet face-to-face; we merely sensed each other's presence. Back then, you were nowhere near as powerful as you are today."

"Humans always grow quickly. After so long apart, I had to make some progress," Ryan said with a smile.

Compared to who he had been in Demacia, he had naturally undergone earth-shaking changes.

Yet compared to back then, Anivia had not changed in the slightest.

"Humans have always been a race skilled at creating miracles. Speak. If it is only a small favor, I would be more than willing to serve you."

Anivia lowered her head, a gesture of concession.

She could sense Ryan's deep, ocean-like power, and she could not even summon the will to resist.

Besides, after this battle, she was completely exhausted. She only wanted to find a good place to sleep.

Of the three ancient gods who had survived from antiquity—Ornn, herself,