Start in Terra, immortal

I don't know when it started, but wind, snow and cold have become the main themes here.

This harsh and unforgiving land is a place frequented by many demigods; this is Freljord.

Beneath a smoking volcano, amidst a world of ice and snow, Rosso and Galio suddenly appeared.

"Given the environment here, I feel that even those little people from Demacia wouldn't be able to survive here for long." The deep voice was almost drowned out by the howling wind and snow.

However, for Rosso and Galio, this extremely harsh weather was no different from being in Demacia.

"The person we're looking for is in that volcano over there. Let's go in," Rosso commanded, pointing to the smoking mountain in front of them.

A loud horn blast interrupted Galio, who was about to spread his wings.

Lava flows from the black cliffs, and a massive ram formed of flames and lava rushes along the valley with an aura of trampling everything in its path, seemingly poised to smash the volcano to pieces.

Sensing no hostility, Rosso signaled to Galio not to act rashly.

The giant ram was almost upon them when a ram with bristling beard and fur appeared and charged headlong at the oncoming giant ram.

With a loud clang, the giant ram was redirected by the ram's immense strength and charged straight towards the opposite mountain.

The anticipated scenario of the mountain being shattered did not occur; the enraged ram, which had been as large as a mountain, became smaller than Galio and even shorter than Rosso.

"I don't want to see you, especially you!" Ram pointed at Rosso with the hammer in his hand.

"I have never seen you before, but you have a similar aura to those who peer into the abyss, which I do not like."

The ram spewed a mouthful of flame, which greatly increased the temperature of the surrounding area.

Rosso could understand the ram's displeasure; after all, it was a local deity, and it was normal for him to dislike outsiders.

Without much conversation, Rosso took out the World Rune.

"I don't mean any harm, I just want to ask Orn for your help."

As an elder, you should know the importance of this thing to the world.

Rosso patted Galio on the ground and introduced him to Ornn: "His name is Galio. If you've ever paid attention to the country called Demacia that borders Freljord, you should know him."

Seeing that Orn didn't object, Rosso smiled: "Given his special circumstances, storing this thing on his person is safer than keeping it in that country. Besides, don't you think it would be interesting to refine this thing into his body?"

Rosso never imagined that Orn would refuse the request. After all, for a god who loved forging, he didn't believe Orn could refuse a special material with a soul that could perfectly adapt to all forging conditions.

"His body bears the marks of someone else's forging; though somewhat rough, it's still acceptable. I won't touch someone else's creation." Although Orn refused, his tone wasn't so resolute.

Ignoring Ornn's refusal, Rosso directly inserted the rune into Galio's body right in front of him. Of course, he avoided all the special markings on Galio's body.

As the runes entered his body, all the markings on Galio's body lit up, radiating a deep blue light. They looked like cracks that could shatter the entire magic-suppressing stone body at any moment.

"This crude method is a complete waste of talent!" Orn frowned, gripping the hammer tighter and tighter.

He realized that this unfamiliar god before him knew absolutely nothing about forging. He was simply forcibly stuffing one thing into another, completely disregarding whether the two things were compatible or not, and showing no concern for the aesthetics of the creation.

Ornn, unable to bear it any longer, calmly struck Galio with his hammer, thus stopping Rosso from making any further moves.

He turned and walked towards the smoking volcano.

"Come in with me," Orn muttered.

The voice was so muffled that it was almost inaudible, but Rosso didn't need to listen; he could sense the promise simply from Orn's soul fluctuations.

With a triumphant smile on his face, Rosso followed the immobilized Galio into the volcano.

"You just need to keep the energy of this thing within a range that won't affect the forging process. You're an outsider, so there's no need for you to get involved in the rest." Ornn made no attempt to hide his disdain. If it weren't for the safety of Freljord and even the world, Ornn wouldn't have wanted Rosso involved at all.

"You can leave after this phase is over. Every time I activate the furnace, a violent thug will come smelling it. Your job is to stop him." As he spoke, Ornn pushed Galio into the furnace that was burning with the eternal flame of the First Flame.

When the smoke rising from the crater became incredibly thick, Rosso was already waiting for visitors at the crater.

Dark, ominous clouds began to gather in the already gloomy skies of Freljord. Accompanying the clouds were thunderclaps that tore the sky apart and roars that shook the heavens and earth.

A colossal bear, carrying spears, swords, and fangs, broke through the dark clouds and arrived, riding on lightning.

"I am Valhal! I am Volibear! Brother, you have lost your most powerful weapon! I will break the bonds of Freljord!"

Clearly, Volibear was curious about what could make Ornn reactivate his forge and wanted to see for himself.

"Sorry, big dog. This area is temporarily closed!" Rosso retorted forcefully in response to the aggressive Volibear.

The Holy Spirit state stirred up destructive energy, using boundless spiritual pressure to push away the overwhelming black clouds along with Volibear—weaklings, begone! (Spiritual Pressure Version).

Volibear only managed to stop after crashing into several giant mountains.

Brushing away the scattered rocks from the mountainside, Volibear roared and quickly stood up, his face filled with disbelief.

"What is this? What is this?"

Since his birth in Freljord, nothing had ever been able to defeat him so easily in a head-on confrontation. Not even his brother, Ornn, who only knew how to bang his hammer.

The rolling thunderclouds no longer drop lightning, and the roaring that shook the mountain has ceased; only the clanging sound of a hammer echoes from within the volcano.

"Again!" Volibear roared.

The Undying Thunder will never give up after experiencing a setback.

"Good timing!"

Rosso was overjoyed. Although he maintained a state of spiritual awareness at all times, he had never been able to exert his full power.

So far, all those who have tried to challenge him have retreated after Rosso made his move.

Volibear is the first person who, after clashing with him, still wanted to continue fighting.

"As expected of you, Volibear. I acknowledge your title of 'Undying Thunder'!" Volibear's intense fighting spirit inspired Rosso.

Without using his soul power again, Rosso used energy to enclose an area, expanding the artificial god body to be comparable to Volibear's. He then charged straight at Volibear, who had just gotten up, with his fists raised.

Within the energy-encased space, the sounds of fists colliding resounded continuously. The aftershocks from each collision, powerful enough to shake the earth, were completely dissipated upon hitting the edge of the enclosure.

If Volibear hadn't made some noise when he arrived, Ornn, who was focused on forging iron, might not have noticed Volibear's arrival.

The clanging of metal gradually subsided, and the battle came to an end.