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In a time long forgotten, before the sands birthed and then swallowed Shurima, beings
of old magic freely walked Runeterra. The borders between the mortal realm and what
Into this dangerous and volatile age, Lissandra and her sisters, Serylda and Avarosa,
were born. Each sought to harness the powers at war, and each paid a terrible price.
Attempting to command the heavens above them, Serylda lost her voice to the first
twilight. Avarosa faced the twisting dark beneath the world, and was deafened by its
It was Lissandra who stood against the wild magic of the mortal world itself. For this
defiance, the savage claws of a primal god raked across her eyes, blinding her.
Though each sister had lost a part of themselves, it was on the frozen fields of
Lissandra’s many battles that they were able to unite and prevail. Together, they were
With her sight taken, Lissandra chose instead to walk in dreams. As she navigated the
fitful visions of those around her, she realized only she could see the darkness below
for what it was: the lingering abyss promised not only an ending, but infinity. It was
death, both dangerous and full of potential. Unknown to her sisters, Lissandra struck a
deal on their behalf with the god-like entities she had communed with—the Watchers
would grant them near-immortality in exchange for preparing Runeterra for the
this ability to withstand the worst of the numbing frost would be spared until the very
end.
However, Lissandra’s sisters grew displeased. Avarosa argued that the only thing worse
than death was servitude. Even Serylda bristled against what would become of the
world they had fought so hard for. Caught in the middle, Lissandra tried to soothe her
sisters’ concerns while appealing to the Watchers for more time, but the unknowable
The Void erupted into the mortal world in the far north, and with it, Lissandra’s
hidden allegiance to the Watchers became undeniable. In that moment, her only
choices were to let all the world be consumed, or to give up what she cared for most—
Lissandra sacrificed her sisters and the allies they had gathered, entombing the
Watchers beneath a glacial barrier of magical ice that could never be melted.
Lissandra soon discovered that even this elemental power was not enough. The
monstrous beings she had frozen were merely slumbering, slowly tainting the True Ice
around them into something darker. Now, they wandered through Lissandra’s dreams
as easily as she had theirs, and always she would wake, terrified, professing her loyalty
Ever the survivor, she gathered her remaining followers to venerate her and her
departed sisters. If True Ice would delay the inevitable end of all things, then they had
to gather as much of it as they could find, and scour the frozen lands for any of
history, seizing all records of what had truly happened… and yet, rumors and
prophecies persisted in myth and song. It was whispered that Avarosa and Serylda
would one day return to unite the disparate tribes, and so Lissandra had any who were
hailed as their reincarnations quietly killed. Even she retreated into the shadows,
periodically renewing herself with the powers she had been gifted.
Like the threat that lies trapped beneath the ice, Lissandra has never been able to
completely control her sisters’ legends. Whether from guilt or arrogance, her failure to
eradicate their legacy has manifested once more in two powerful Iceborn—one an
idealist, the other a conqueror—and now, between them, they lead many tribes within
the Freljord.
Lissandra watches them carefully, seeking any opportunity to pit them against one
another, all the while redoubling her own efforts to lock away the terrible secrets she