Lux, like the warriors and priests of the Frostguard Tribe, was actually quite curious about why Lissandra was keeping herself hidden.
What could have made this Frostguard Priest stay inside Jotunheim, unmoved no matter how much the allied forces provoked her?
It was true that the allied forces couldn't do much about Jotunheim.
But if they kept provoking you like this, wouldn't the Frostguard Tribe's morale visibly plummet?
If I bring out the fake one too, surely you can't keep sitting by and doing nothing?
With that in mind, and to spare the allied forces from launching pointless attacks, Lux finally decided to take the fake she'd captured up to the city wall and taunt Lissandra right to her face.
She refused to believe that Lissandra could still hold back under those circumstances.
And as long as Lissandra made a move, Lux was sure she could glean something useful from it.
With that in mind, Lux carefully arranged a dazzling stage for herself. Like a victorious champion, she brought along the unfortunate fake Frost Witch, who had failed several times to kill herself, and gracefully descended into the air above the city wall.
The Frostguard Tribe members on the wall were stunned.
"So this is your Frost Witch?" Lux deliberately exaggerated her Demacian accent, making herself sound as infuriating as possible. "That's it?"
The Frostguard Warriors and Frostguard Priests snapped out of it and angrily attacked, but Lux had come to provoke them, so she chose the flashiest evasive maneuvers. Like a streak of light, she weaved effortlessly between arrows and spells.
As she dodged, she even had time to cast a spell to amplify her voice. She kept evading while offering her critiques with a completely serious air.
Perhaps because Karya had given her so many brutally honest critiques,