[0806] Everything Was Under Control

After eating a little bear meat, Sylas leaned drowsily against the Ice Wall and finally fell into a deep sleep.

He had a long nightmare in which he was chased, captured, imprisoned, and sent back to prison for the third time.

For Sylas, that kind of dream was undoubtedly a painful one.

But when he woke up, he looked at the frozen bear meat beside him and felt the cold air of Freljord. All he felt was relief.

At least he could dream when he was asleep. That was better than having no dreams at all, with everything reduced to a blank.

He let out a long breath and finally stood up.

The road ahead was still long.

Today, he had finally recovered from the numbness he'd been trapped in. His mind seemed to be slowly regaining its ability to think, and he finally realized that walking all the way from here to the Demacian Imperial Capital would take years.

Although the Frostguard Tribe had given him a True Ice dagger, they hadn't even thought to reimburse his travel fare!

Sylas felt a little numb when he realized that.

So this was going to be a journey that lasted years?

But Lissandra seemed to be looking forward to him killing the emperor of Demacia.

As Sylas packed his things and left the bear's den, intending to continue west and see if he could find a village where he might trade for a Yukal or an Enyuk to ride, a group of Enyuk riders had already surrounded him.

"You're Sylas, aren't you?" the lead rider shouted. "Show us your True Ice sword!"

Sylas had no idea what was going on. But seeing that the Enyuk riders around him greatly outnumbered him, he still drew his True Ice dagger.

"It really is