Lissandra stood in the shadows, watching the summoners leave, one by one. The last one to leave, the Third, approached Lissandra. "You did it too soon. The others are suspicious." He said to her.
"Let them believe what they want, they cannot interfere with the verdict. You know that better than I." Lissandra answered in her icy voice. "Now I must go. Ashe's sudden challenge was odd, and the fact she specifically made us avoid the Howling Abyss makes me suspicious. I think she plans something. And I cannot allow her meddling to interfere with their resurrection."
The Third eyed Lissandra warily. "Do not do anything to betray our identity witch. We seek the Frost Watchers' return, but it can happen with or without you. It is just simpler with you. It would be a tragedy if one of the League's champion's deaths on the Fields of Justice be permanent, for unknown reasons."
"Yes, almost as tragic as a summoner falling into the Fields with the champions, to meet his end at their hand." Lissandra said, shrugging off the threat with one of her own. She left without another word.
Upon her return to the Freljord, she did not go directly to the Frostguard. Instead, she went towards the Howling Abyss. Knowing her allied summoners were cloaking her presence, Lissandra entered without fear. She passed by Lyte, the mad man from Piltover.
"You. On another of your unsupervised excursions are you? I just might feel like telling the summoners this time around. I don't like what you're doing."
Lissandra laughed. "For you to dislike my actions, you would have to know them. And I am very sure you do not. As for the summoners…" A tendril of dark ice slivered towards the archeologist. "I don't think I have reason to fear them finding out anything."
With a frown on his face, Lyte turned around to continue bickering with Geeves. Lissandra continued onto the bridge. She stopped in the middle and gazed down into the depths. She saw movement and heard distant echoing cries.
"Ashe bears resemblance to Avarosa."
Startled, Lissandra turned to find the old ghost shopkeeper by her side.
"And Sejuani bears resemblance to Serylda. But you…you do not bear resemblance to Lissandra. You are Lissandra. Tell me Seeker, what have you to say, all these years later, when you and I are the last of our race? What have you to say on how the Watcher's immortality faded from all of the Iceborn but you? What have you to say for the betrayal to your people, to your sisters? There is no more hiding it."
"I have nothing to say, for there is nothing to be said. Especially to the League. If you reveal anything—"
Greyor laughed with a great booming laugh. "Ha! None of your threats can touch me Seeker." Greyor pointed a ghostly hand back towards his frozen corpse. "Avarosa made sure of that. There is nothing you can do to me. But don't worry. I don't plan on telling those summoners anything. This is a matter of Freljord. It will be resolved between the people of Freljord. So no I will not tell the summoners anything. But I gurantee you, if I see those blasted Watchers begin to rise…" Greyor hefted his horn. "It will be heard across all of the Freljord. And if I see it is you pulling them up…I will not sit back and blow my horn. I will act, and not in the manner you did, cowering in the shadows for ages on end. I will go, head held high, and I will fight until I am no more than a wisp of mist on the tundra. Be warned Seeker, I consider Freljord my home, and I will not give it to you on a silver platter. You have been warned…." Greyor wafted back over to his shopkeeping stand.
Lissandra remained where she was, in silence. She started to remember…remember the days with Serylda and Avarosa…
A louder roar from the chasm diverted her memories.
And she remembered fighting and tearing down her own kin, the Iceborn…
And she remembered when she met Avarosa after the fall of the Watchers…
The loudest roar yet heard from the abyss was emitted, and Lissandra shook her head and went back towards Frostguard.