"!!"
"Annie, don't!!"
"That's Anivia, the Cryophoenix! She's a demigod of the Avarosans and the Freljord, an ancient guardian of this land. She's a benevolent magical creature who rarely picks fights with anyone..."
Seeing the little girl carry on like a troublesome child, wordlessly conjuring a huge fireball and hurling it at the other bird's rear, the wandering mage Ryze—who had just been about to say something to her—was so startled that he hurriedly rushed out to explain.
He recognized the great bird that had just been knocked out of the sky, of course!
In fact, he had met and spoken with Anivia many times. They weren't strangers, and almost every encounter had been pleasant. They had never had any serious arguments or fights.
According to rumor,
and as far as Ryze knew, Anivia had always been native to this frigid, wintry land. Perhaps she was some mysterious incarnation of ice magic?
At the same time, she was unquestionably an ancient guardian of the Freljord!
The Avarosans knew that she had always watched over this place in silence, guiding all the icy energies and the Freljord's fury. She was also happy to summon snow and cold winds to fend off those who threatened her home...
Of course, those enemies weren't the Noxians who had once invaded the Freljord. They were something far more powerful and much darker!
And that was one of the things Ryze himself feared.
All in all, Anivia was a benevolent and beautiful miraculous creature. Her life was all but endless, cycling endlessly between death and rebirth. She would forever fly through the skies above this land, silently protecting the Freljord—that was her eternal mission!
Through his research, Ryze had even discovered that she might be older than the Freljord's endless ice and frost. Perhaps Anivia had