Heading North (◕˙o˙◕)

"Brothers, move! If we keep heading south for a few more days, we'll reach Frostport. Then we'll be safe!"

"Haha! Not just safe—we've struck it rich this time!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Are you crazy? Someone might hear you!"

"Huh? Sorry, boss. I forgot again..."

"Enough talking. Keep moving. May great Anivia protect us, and watch over Freljord..."

"Yeah..."

"Right!"

Out on the Freljord ice fields, a group of merchants were herding a small number of livestock south through knee-deep snow. For some reason, they didn't look all that dejected.

By the reckoning of time...

Several days had passed since the brief battle on Freljord's frozen tundra, a place of bitter cold. It had been a cataclysmic clash that threw the frost energy across all of Freljord into chaos for quite some time, made the whole land tremble like an earthquake, and caused avalanches on many distant and nearby mountains that had stood for millennia.

Even so, the demigod-level battle on this harsh, frigid land at the far northern edge of the world had left a lasting impact on Freljord...

Apart from the two combatants, a certain bird that had been beaten black and blue, reborn, and left overflowing with gratitude, and a group of merchants who had escaped death, no one else yet knew what had happened.

Neither the Avarosan alliance led by Queen Ashe, nor the Winter's Claw tribes under Sejuani, Fury of the North, nor the Frostguard Citadel in the far north and its leader—the witch of frost and darkness, Lissandra, the sole survivor of the ancient Three Sisters—knew what had taken place on Freljord.

All they knew was that the whole continent had shuddered violently for a short while, and the frost energy of this frozen land had surged south for a little while, as