The gods don't need believers, but the believers need the gods.

- Aoun (bushi)

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Lisandro almost never rests, especially since Aslan came to the north, and she has become especially alert and sensitive.

Standing in her private room, she looked up at the circular canopy of the celestial vault, with many windows open on it, and the runes engraved on the windows could harness the energy of many celestial bodies.

Struggling to press the black sun in her dream that had devoured her countless doppelgangers to the horizon, Lisandro returned to the last of her consciousness, and in this way she had suppressed the sleeping void for many years.

She is also gradually becoming lonely and numb!

However, as Aslan grows up, and as her connection with Aslan deepens through her dreams, Lisandro finds that her spiritual world, infested with black ice, seems to be slowly changing.

She felt a larger burst of sunlight in Aslan, and it seemed to be gradually suppressing the black sun in her dreams.

Twenty years ago, she followed her vision from the starry sky and tracked it all the way, thousands of avatars searched again and again from south to north, using war and death to extend all the attention she could.

Finally, she found Aslan in Noxus in the south ten years ago, and has been quietly planning since then.

She wondered if this spirit could penetrate a certain level of obstacle to come to this world, then would he have any differences or similarities with the Void Watcher, and would he be able to find a way to control the Void from this aspect.

So, for as long as Aslan can remember, Lisandro has tried again and again to enter his dreams and slowly influence him, first preparing to contain, then to understanding, until now Lisandro has gradually changed her thinking, and she is ready to cultivate Aslan.

Perhaps, she admitted in her heart that she saw some kind of hope.

Through her gaze, Lisandro felt the slight anxiety in Aslan's heart, and she knew it was time for her to show up.

Ten years of influence, ten years of dream cultivation, she really wanted to see the changes in the human being she watched grow up.

Soon, thousands of coffin-shaped black icicles protruded from the snowy ground of the mountains, and they grew out of the snow like giant black teeth, and black ice appeared under Lisandro's feet, leading her to walk slowly in this unique ice stone henge.

The frost, moon and cold stars are combined, and under the blue aurora sky, although she is completely blind, the scene she sees in her heart is extremely clear, as long as she wants, everything in Freljord cannot escape her gaze and observation.

The blizzard became even heavier, and Aslan also felt the movement of the totem pole in front of him.

Then he saw the appearance of a woman.

Or rather, the phantom of a woman.

Light and shadow rose from the black ice, converging on the top of the totem pole into an extremely beautiful woman, and the inexplicable fragrance gradually filled his nose with the black ice.

Looking down at Aslan, Lisandro took off her hood, her gorgeous robe swept over her bare ankles and fell to the ground, and her lovely feet gently stepped through the void, down step by step, and then stood in front of him.

The snow hair covered her face and hid the lines of time on her face, but she still did not hesitate to show the scars and hollows in her eyes, just like she had seen countless times in Aslan's dreams.

The woman in front of her seemed to be made up of some kind of strength, and although her eyes were empty, when she looked down, Aslan, who was as delicate as porcelain, saw it clearly.

In other words, although the black unknown robe on Lisandro's body obscured the charm of her whole body, just looking at this beautiful neck could feel her beauty, and she continued to go down, and the word that was about to come out could describe the different fullness of her body.

Obviously, Lisandro's clothes also had special powers, but while tightly wrapping her bony and slender figure, Aslan still saw a glimmer of scenery leaking from the hem of her mage robe as it was blown by the wind.

Due to the special angle, he even saw a flash of black silk lining in the snow-white.

Apparently, Lisandro knew some of his preferences in his dreams.

Stockings, which in Valoran, were also an epoch-making invention of great significance.

The beautiful scenery was only for a moment, and as soon as Aslan raised his eyes, he saw that Lisandro's slender thighs were immediately covered by the skirt, and the little sweetness disappeared in the playfulness, and all that was left was the squirming black ice, and there was no beautiful scenery anymore.

Although Lisandro is really inside the fortress, her spell transformation figure seems to be no different from the real her, the field of magic is very wide, and after living for such a long time, her use of spells has long been perfected.

Aslan calmed down, and also looked at the frost witch who had affected his dreams for ten years.

Her skin was a little pale, and she looked like she hadn't seen sunlight for years.

Skinny, thin, lonely.

The pale skin and the empty eyes completely reveal a strange and morbid soft beauty, and at first glance there is an urge to hold her in his arms.

However, Aslan, who has traveled through time and knows the background, knows that Lisandro is not as simple as he seems.

"I've been paying attention to you for a long time, and this isn't the first time you've seen me, but your expression still looks a little surprised."

"Yes, you're scary." Aslan knelt down on one knee and spread his hands to grasp the hand that Lisandro stretched out to him, "But your beauty has also overshadowed the most sacred of Anivia, Freljord. ”

"In ten years, you've learned this bit of rhetoric?"

Lisandro felt the burning heat in the tips of her fingers, and without a trace, she withdrew her Frost Shadow's hand from Aslan's palm.

"All my glory be to you, my lady."

Aslan looked at Lisandro, he didn't hide that he came to gain power, and Lisandro guided himself to the north through dreams, it was definitely not just to see himself.

If she wanted to see it, she had seen it clearly enough and enough times in her dreams.

Two people are each other.

Now, she called herself to Freljord, and there must have been a purpose.

Like Naga Kapoles, Olo helped her preach, Notilus helped her tithe, and even Volibel needed followers, Aslan thought that Lisandro might have called her out of some need.

The faith of the followers has given the ancient gods endless faith, and Lisandro has used various methods to control everything in Freljord for so many years, maybe this is what she wants to do.

"Looks like you already know what I want to do, my dear Aslan?"

Lisandro looked at Aslan, and although she had seen a lot in her dreams, it seemed that the child in front of her seemed to have grown up.

couldn't help but make her tone a little more intimate.