A huge brazier ignited a vibrant fire, and the center of the flame stretched high into the air. Once upon a time, the tribes that gathered together would use this as the beginning of the festival.

The harvest festival is always the biggest celebration of the year for all the tribes, and the last celebration before the cold winter covers the land. As the brazier lit, cheers should have resounded through the frosty hillside, praying for the blessings of the three sisters. But now, the crowd of Avarosa gathered here was quiet, and instead of looking at the flames, they looked up at the high platform on which Ash was standing.

She let her gaze sweep over everyone. There had never been a time when so many people had gathered, and she knew they were all coming to see her.

She took off her bow, and the freezing cold of the ice froze through her body, and she was familiar with the sensation by now. She'd been with the weapon for so long, but the cold still hurt, but now she welcomed the pain and used it to focus and distract from it. She raised her gaze from the crowd to the raging fire, took a deep breath, and pulled the bowstring. All the voices from the celebration faded away.

A crystal arrow formed by pure cold air began to emerge, and it was summoned by the magic contained in the longbow. Ash held her breath as the arrows continued to channel the mana through her arms. The temperature on the platform plummeted, and the frost spread outward from beneath her feet.

When the cold air threatens to take her away, she exhales and lets the arrows fly.

The ice arrow arced above the crowd, striking the target with a deafening explosion. In an instant, the brazier was completely frozen, and the dancing flames were surrounded by rapidly growing ice crystals. The setting sun reflected the heads of the crowd below through the crystals of the flames, and at this point, the cheers finally broke out. The crowd called out to the three sisters' blessings to Lisandro, Serelda, and the reincarnated Avarosa himself.

Her speech was very brief.

"Sons of Avarossa! Compatriots all over the snowfield sit together, and we are now a family. Eat well, drink well, and have fun!"

She smiled as she listened to the crowd shouting her name. She raised her bow in the air, and the cheers rose again.

She smiled bitterly in her heart. She often wondered if it was her leadership skills or her weapons that brought them together. This weapon is a symbol of Avarossa, and many people in Freljord believe that she is the reincarnation of Avarosa. She threw her arch over her shoulders and shook off her thoughts. It doesn't matter why they're on, it's important that they've changed. She jumped off the platform and into the crowd, where people were seated back at the sumptuous feast table.

Noisy tribes mingle with each other, sharing food, drink, and old-time hunting stories. The Stone Spear tribe is telling about the warmth and ruggedness of the southern mountains. The Red Snow Tribe recalls the defeat of the Noxus warbands from the sea, prompting Ash and the others to cheer in unison. And then there's the Ice Tribe, one of the warriors who walks in the blizzard, and one of the warriors slaps Ash on the back as she passes by, sending strange shivers down her body.

All of these tribes, and many more, answered her call to join the festivities. All have sworn allegiance to Alvarossa, and each tribe needs her to appear as a different identity. Prophet, savior, mediator, war mother.

If he could, Ash would have to do both.

But just as she was about to get to the farthest end of the feast, she froze. At the last table, there was a group of solitary people sitting around with grim faces, this was the Iceborn Snowchase tribe that she knew too well, they were a group of vengeful fanatics who had slaughtered an entire tribe just a few months ago.

The only sin of that tribe was to join Avarossa.

A tall woman stood up and walked towards Ash, apparently undoubtedly their leader. "Ash the War Mother, Avarosa's Choice, Bearer of the Holy Bow. I am Hildeswam, the true knower and warmother of the Snowchaser tribe.

Ash imagined the burned hut again, the sound of her people screaming in agony for death, and her anger ignited. The crowd next to them fell silent, and Hilde spoke again, whispering voices in all directions. All the people gathered here had heard of the actions of the Snow Chasing Tribe.

"We have made a vow not to allow betrayals to follow the false reincarnation of Avarossa. Your warriors are heroic, but not strong enough. She untied a large battle axe from her back, the blade of which was covered with a thin but genuine layer of ice. She is a true Iceborn, and has been silently suffering from the discomfort of the cold of her weapon.

Ash looked at her wide open and closed stance, calculating the distance between them. Hilde's armor was stained with dried blood, and Ash's muscles tensed, ready to move. She can meet any attack.

However, to her surprise, the war mother knelt down, bowed her head, and offered the battle axe with both hands.

"Forgive us, Ash the Mother. I was ignorant, and now I'm waking up. I came here to challenge you in front of all your followers and unmask your false prophecies. But the magic you use is beyond anything I've ever seen. No one can deny that 'she' is communicating her will through you. I hereby offer you my battle axe, the scourge of Yoth, and my head. Please spare my people, and they will prove their worth, hunt and farm for you, and die in your name. ”

Everyone from the Snow-Chasers tribe gathered here followed their War Mother and knelt on the ground in obedience.

Immediately, there were voices in the crowd shouting for revenge. They chanted "Kill the invaders!"

When Ash arrives at the scene that day, all he sees is charred ruins, skeletons telling the story of the surrounding village. The few warriors were easily recognizable, since their bodies were not burned by fire, but were left in place for crows to peck. The rest of the tribe hid in their homes, praying for mercy or just a painless death.

Their prayers were in vain......

Ash's eyes welled up with tears of rage, and Ash reached out to take the tomahawk. She should cut off Hilde's head and warn all who dare

As her fingers circled the handle of the axe, the familiar chill sent over her arm. Ash felt her longbow glow behind her back. A slow, icy pulsation, like a winter breeze.

ps: I don't think anyone has seen it, right?