Son of Everwinter

There is no shortage of abandoned babies in the blizzards of the Freljord. But that kid was different. When he was found, the dead direwolves lay beside him - as if the wind and snow had brought him here and warmed him for the last time with the blood of the beasts. The War Mother of the Avarosa Tribe adopted him and named him Kelian: Visitor from the Sky. He grew up on this permafrost tundra, learning to hunt, to be silent, and to read the language of the wind in the extreme cold. But he is always a foreigner - his dark gray hair, skin color slightly darker than that of his tribe, and his innate, almost instinctive perception of magic, all remind him: you do not belong here. When he was twelve years old, a storm brought about a war that did not belong to mortals. The demigod Volibear emerged from the thunder and wanted to tear all civilization into pieces; the witch Lissandra whispered under the ice, weaving lies that lasted for thousands of years. And Kellian was involved and fell into a crack that had been sealed for tens of thousands of years - there, a world rune was waiting for him. At that moment, he glimpsed the truth of the world's runes: enough to weave mountains and tear apart oceans; capable of saving everything and destroying everything. This power should belong to no one, but it chose Kellyan. Beyond the ice and fire, runes whisper. And an orphan from Fengxue will become the last weight in the balance.