Although Lux had played several rounds of long-distance mind games with Volibear, she had never met the Immortal Storm in person.
Even so, the moment she saw the giant paw frozen in ice, Lux instinctively knew it belonged to the Immortal Storm.
It was hard to imagine anyone but Volibear having paws that huge, or wielding such astonishing power over thunder.
As Lissandra displayed her trophy and gave her "victory speech," the Frostguard Tribe, whose morale had been flagging after the allied forces' continuous attacks, instantly perked up.
The gloom that had hung over them vanished. They hadn't avoided battle out of fear; they'd merely been resting after an earth-shattering fight. The great Lissandra had just defeated the legendary Immortal Storm, and now it was time for these warmbloods and traitors to die!
By contrast, the Northern Expeditionary Army from Demacia, on the allied side, took it in stride.
The soldiers didn't know who Volibear was. Even if they'd heard a few Freljordian legends by now, everyone knew you were a fool to take legends seriously. Demacia had legends of the Winged Sisters, too. They'd once been held in high regard, but how many people truly cared about them these days?
Or rather, how many people actually worshipped the Winged Sisters as Deities?
At least in the north, most people saw the Winged Sisters as much like Demacia's ancestors: forebears and heroes who represented Demacia's past. But there was no need to treat them as gods.
So the Northern Expeditionary Army simply watched as Lissandra displayed her trophy.
From their perspective, Lissandra's explanation was even a little amusing—going out to hunt at this time of year? Well, good for you.
The Avarosans among the allied forces reacted in the exact opposite way. When they saw Volibear's paw, most of them