Blinded by Voliber, Lisandro began to walk in her dreams, seeing more clearly than ever through the eyes of others.

And because Iceborn has the same bloodline that doesn't freeze with her, it's easier for her to invade Iceborn's dreams. Previously, she had accumulated the number of Iceborns for the Frostguard clan by appearing in her dreams. And now, through these eyes and ears scattered all over Freljord, the ice fields are firmly in their hands, and those who are regarded as eyes and ears are often unaware.

As a result, Geno began to feel that their transportation plans had been revealed, as there were also a number of Iceborns among the Central Avarosa Clan, which gave Lisandro plenty of targets to choose from. She had been watching over Alvarosa and Winterclaw, looking for an opportunity to stir up a wedge between the two, and Lisandro would not let go of such a perfect opportunity.

And Jeno didn't have anything to do about it.

Unless he goes to the Frostguard Fortress right now and raids Lisandro's house and takes her under control.

But will the reality be so easy?

Lisandro was very cautious, and in order to avoid being assassinated by the enemy, she divided the entire tribe into three camps, and no one knew which tent she would sleep in.

However, the magic is one foot high and one foot high. With his familiarity with Lisandro, Jeno could dive into the Wailing Abyss and wait for her. For Lisandro would often go to the Hall of the Nine Statues in the Wailing Abyss, sleep on the ice sealed by the Watcher, and go alone.

She didn't have any guards around her, and it was a great opportunity.

However, even if she showed such a big flaw and lay on the ice to be slaughtered, Jeno couldn't let her go.

Because at this moment, she is sinking into the dream of the Void Watcher, and she is connected with it. She soothed it in her dreams, keeping it in a foggy sleep, and if she disturbed Lisandro at this time, she might wake the watchers as well.

The Watcher wakes up to find that the wrath of being deceived all this time is not something that Runeterrae can bear, and now Jeno is clearly not ready to deal with it.

Unable to move and unable to control, Jeno does not have a good way to deal with Lisandro for the time being. He knew that the other party would sow discord and weaken the forces of the two parties to reap the benefits of the fisherman, but he couldn't stop her from doing so, so he could only take precautions.

At the very least, he couldn't tell Ash too much about their plans. Because Ash is an Iceborn, the more she is told, the more Lissandra will probably know.

……

While Jeno was thinking about what to do, Lisandro had just woken up from her dream.

The place where she lay was a huge underground cavern, large enough to hold a thousand fortresses. A sea of ice stretches from one end to the other. It wasn't the end of the hustle and bustle of the surface, but closer to a completely different kind of madness.

The ice bottom in the center of the cave is a perfect plane, like a black mirror. The ice beneath Lisandro's feet is much more transparent than the murky ice surface elsewhere. If you look down, through the depth of about twenty feet of ice, you can clearly see a large one-eyed looking back at her, not blinking.

The giant eye was surrounded by dark, curly, tentacle limbs.

It's not dead. In that gaze lies life, and vast, unknowable wisdom. Anyone who stares at it will have their soul pierced for a moment, and then their reason will be stripped away, and their flesh will become an empty shell.

Lisandro thus felt that blindness was a blessing.

She stood up, her gorgeous robe sliding over her shoulders and wrapping around her body. As she pulled up her long hair, the lines of time appeared on her face, and the scars and hollows in her eyes were revealed. But as she put on the hood, all of them were hidden in the dark.

In the empty field around Lisandro, there was a circle of huge and abrupt ice, a total of nine. It looks like a pillar, and it is arranged in the middle of the space along the circle, giving the whole cave a sense of the solemnity of a lost god.

This underground cavern that seals the Void Watcher is the sacred place in the hearts of the Frost Guards, the Hall of the Nine Venerables. These icicles are the equivalent of giant shackles that bind the things that inhabit them, and these are the "masterpieces" of Lisandro, the cage she sacrificed to the magical snowman.

No, it's no longer appropriate to call it a cage, and now the Hall of the Nine Venerables can't trap the Void Watchers. If it weren't for Lisandro's long sleep, it would have been long gone, so it would be more appropriate to call it a "cradle" or "ice bed".

The ice under his feet was biting cold, and if it weren't for the Ice Descendant, ordinary people would have been frozen the moment they came here. But in such a cold place, Lisandro was able to sleep with her skin against the ice, ignoring the cold caused by the ice.

This was thanks to the fact that she had lost her eyes a long time ago, so she could trace their sleeping forms in her mind more clearly than she could see with them.

The shiver from what she saw was far greater than her blood and bones, so when her skin was covered with ice, her body no longer trembled.

Dressed in her clothes, Lisandro gracefully crossed her hands in front of her abdomen. A layer of rising and falling ice lifted her, allowing her to wander on thin ice above the fragile layer of glass separating the two worlds.

She had just woken up from a watcher's dream, trembling and full of despair.

The Watcher was not able to dream, but during the long time it was immobile, Lisandro took advantage of the void and replaced it with her own dreams when its distinction between reality and illusion was blurred.

In her dreams, she gave all of her life and magic to the watchers. The Watcher who had been tonified had grown into a flaming black sun, long shadows cast over the frost-covered mountains of the distorted Freljord.

Then she created a beautiful goddess, which was her conscious doppelganger. The hair of the goddess fluttered to the sky, and her eyes were clear and bright, as blue as crystal, and shimmered with the energy of the heavenly realm, which was the last dawn of this world.

The goddess struggled to push the sun back below the horizon, and the sun resisted the invasion of the astral plane, black flames burning her fingers......

The dream didn't last long, and Lisandro had to steal someone else's dream from somewhere else, put it together into a complete dream world, and once again trap the watcher's dark mind and keep it dreaming......

A crampon emerges from the ice, leaving Lisandro's feet through a narrow crevasse, the only way out of the crypt, which is only wide enough for one person.

The sudden sound of water droplets caused Lisandro to stop casting, and instead of swapping places with crampons to leave the ice room, she turned to face one of the icicles.