Continuing East

The Floating Snow Tribe's request to join up had left Lux a little stunned.

Huh?

She hadn't arranged for anyone to play this part.

Why was someone already stepping forward to say they wanted to join Demacia?

But after quietly learning about the Floating Snow Tribe's circumstances, Lux quickly understood why they had made this choice. The tribe had just lost its Warmother in an Ice Troll attack. For a tribe, that was nothing short of a life-or-death crisis.

The Floating Snow Tribe had no better way to survive.

Realizing this, Lux was overjoyed.

Nothing could serve as a better testament to this gathering than an entire tribe choosing to join Demacia.

Lux had arranged for a few people to play their parts, but that was one thing. Someone making the choice of their own accord was another. The latter was certainly a more pleasant surprise.

So the Floating Snow Tribe received Lux's promise right away. Since they had traditionally lived in the mountains, Demacia would designate an area in the Dragon Ridge Mountains for them, where they could settle and recreate as much of their familiar way of life as possible.

Owoli was overjoyed by the promise.

Under ordinary circumstances, joining another tribe meant abandoning everything one had known and becoming part of the new tribe. When the old and new tribes had different customs, it often meant a complete change of life.

From a broad perspective, this could be seen as a natural form of survival of the fittest—a matter of adapting to life in Freljord's icy wilderness. But from the tribe's own perspective, most people were reluctant to change the way of life they already knew.

When he had offered to make the Floating Snow Tribe part of Demacia, Owoli had already prepared himself for that. But