Ryze the Big Baldy, You're Just a Little Bit Late! (՞▽｀)??

Although the snowflakes and ice spikes had stopped falling from the sky, the biting wind still howled through the northern mountains of Freljord, forcing the wandering Archmage Ryze to trudge through the frozen landscape, sinking deep into the snow with every step...

Half a day earlier, while he was dueling the stubborn, foolish, and greedy Shaman of a native tribe, a little girl had sneaked off with the World Rune he'd been planning to reclaim. So after killing his old friend and freeing him from the power that had enslaved him for so long, Ryze had made a wasted trip to the frigid northern mountains of Freljord. Now he had no choice but to wander aimlessly through the snowy wilderness like a headless fly.

Ryze wasn't too worried about the barbarian tribe whose chieftain he'd just killed. When he'd set out to "pursue" a certain mischievous little girl, he'd seen the preparations she'd left behind: snow golems that looked as if they'd been carelessly thrown together, yet were incredibly powerful.

He believed those snowmen would protect the tribe from the threat of the Frost Trolls, and keep that little village of ninety-three people safe!

Of course, there were only ninety-two people left now, apparently.

Their chieftain—the tribe's Shaman, a foolish, stubborn, greedy man who'd tried to use the World Rune to satisfy his own selfish desires—had been strangled to death by Ryze just half a day earlier!!

"..."

Sigh...

At last, after trudging all the way to the top of the snow-covered mountain, the wandering Archmage Ryze had to stop once again.

Then he raised his head, his beard and eyebrows wrapped in felt and already caked with frost and ice. With his cloudy, weary eyes, he carefully sensed the area around him, as if searching for something—or someone.

"Strange..."