Fate's Winds of the North

Fate was always unpredictable.

No one could have imagined that Lissandra's probing of Freljord and Demacia would lead to so many unexpected consequences.

An ancient Yordle awoke from the ice, and the yeti sensed his people's call in his dreams. The little hero embarked on a journey to find Anivia...

If one took a longer view, this might also signify a shift in Demacia's attitude toward Freljord, Karya's self-reformation of the Small World, and even a change in Noxus's northern strategy, among many other things.

Yet as the one who had set everything in motion, Lissandra now had no choice but to curl up deep within Frostguard Citadel and quietly nurse the wounds inflicted by the demon.

Even though she had withdrawn her will in time, her soul had still suffered severe damage. The sensation of being torn apart from within was something she would never be willing to experience again.

She had originally intended to take advantage of Anivia's Nirvana and the suppression of the Watchers, who had been stirring restlessly, to deal with the steadily growing Avarosan Tribe and sever the warmblooded allies behind them. She had never expected that her move would leave her unable to directly interfere in Freljord's affairs for some time—a perfect case of trying to steal a chicken and losing the rice instead.

Considering that Ashe had gained another wave of prestige during the crisis in the Howling Abyss, she would probably soon come up with the idea of hosting a Freljordian gathering at Rakkor.

Compared to the other Warmothers, Ashe's greatest advantage was that the tribe she led was called Avarosa, the legitimate inheritors of the Three Sisters. That legitimacy was utterly useless while Avarosa was weak, but as the tribe grew stronger through Ashe's efforts and the lifeblood of Northern Trade,