Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Arthaswasdistraught.Hewasfeelingangryandimpotentandwasn’tinastatetobereasonedwith.Anditwaspreciselyforthosereasonsshecouldn’tlethimbereallyalone.

           "Allright,"shesaid.Shemountedupandmurmuredthespell.ShesawUthergrinashesuddenlyrealizedhecouldnolongerseeher."I’llfollowhim.Comeassoonasyourmenareready."

           Shewouldnotfollowhimtooclosely.Shewasinvisible,butnotsilent.Jainasqueezedherhorsewithherkneesintoacantertopursuethebright,broodingprinceofLordaeron.

           Arthaskickedthehorsehard,angrythatitwasnotgoingfaster,angrythatitwasnotInvincible,angrythathehadnotfiguredoutwhatwasgoingonintimetostopit.Itwasalmostoverwhelming.Hisfatherhadhadtodealwithorcs—creaturesfromanotherworld,floodingintotheirown,brutalandviolentandbentonconquest.Thatseemedlikechild’splaytoArthasnow.HowwouldhisfatherandtheAlliancehavefaredagainstthis—aplaguethatnotonlykilledpeople,butinasicktwistthatonlyaderangedmindwouldfindamusinganimatedtheircorpsestofighttheirownfriendsandfamilies?WouldTerenashavedoneanybetter?OnemomentArthasthoughthewouldhave—thatTerenaswouldhavefiguredoutthepuzzleintimetostopit,tosavetheinnocent—andthenextherationalizedthatnoonecouldhavedoneso.Terenaswouldhavebeenashelplessasheinthefaceofthishorror.