Huskies aren't the only ones who like to tear down houses

Freljord's night had grown late...

In the middle of the hall inside the newly built little ice-crystal castle, a huge fireball hovered in the air. Even now, it was still burning and giving off waves of heat. Ryze, the wandering Archmage, had long since stopped talking with the little girl, and the warmth made him feel cozy all over, with a faint sense of drowsiness...

So much so that he no longer wanted to return to his little room, which had been given the same treatment as the snowfield horned yak, to sleep! He wanted to sit cross-legged right there in the hall, use that warm "campfire" to keep himself company, and sleep straight through until broad daylight tomorrow.

This sort of life, this warm environment, was ultimately a little too peaceful and comfortable for an Archmage like him, who had spent years wandering and traveling all over the world of Runeterra.

He still felt that these excellent travel accommodations were a little too decadent...

After all, an excessively comfortable life could easily make a person lose their drive, along with even the most basic vigilance and ambition. That alone made him feel that indulging himself like this was a bad idea!

Perhaps it was much like the kingdom of Demacia in the south?

The nobles and kings of Demacia had lived under Petricite's protection for far too long, enjoying a comfortable life in an ideal land where almost no magic could exist. As a result, they had lost even the most basic wariness of magic, as well as the ability to guard against and counter it. That was why such a serious disaster had struck after some little girl tampered with the Petricite!

And just like what was happening now, the entire kingdom had instantly found itself on the