Lux carefully studied the Lissandra standing atop the city wall.
The more she looked, the more she felt this woman was an impostor.
Everything about her seemed unlike the Frost Witch. Instead, she seemed like a puppet, a mere figurehead put on display.
Yet realizing this did not put Lux at ease. If Lissandra wasn't here, then where was she?
Judging by her many past actions, the Frost Witch was a consummate schemer. Both her methods and her conduct were utterly without scruples. If she had left a puppet here, wasn't her real self causing trouble somewhere else?
The thought filled Lux with a powerful sense of danger. She knew all too well that the battle for Freljord City had to be settled quickly. Only then could the Northern Expeditionary Army and the Avarosan forces use it as a bridgehead and advance toward the Howling Abyss.
If they were held up, it might be too late by the time Lissandra had secretly made her preparations.
So, was Lissandra indeed up to something in secret, just as Lux feared?
The answer was yes. The "Frost Witch" who had appeared atop Freljord City's walls was indeed a mere figurehead. The real Lissandra had left the Frostguard Citadel long ago and was now crossing the Sea of Frost with the Frostguard Priests under her command.
Before facing the Avarosan alliance, she planned to pay a visit to that foolish giant bear, then "borrow" a little power from him.
That's right. Lissandra was going to find Volibear.
And this time, she had only one goal in seeking him out: to seize the source of his power as a deity.
It was a truly audacious plan.
Even though Volibear was no longer the once-revered Valhir, and his only remaining followers were the savage Bearmen