Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Bloodandichorcoveredhisonce-brightarmor.Buthewasnotdone.Hewaitedforwhatheknewwouldcome,andsureenough,ameremomentlater,hisenemyarrived,descendingfromtheairtolandontheroofofoneofthefewbuildingsstillintact.

           Arthasstaggered.Thecreaturewasenormous.Hisskinwasblue-gray,likeanimatedstone.Hornscurvedforwardandupfromhisbaldskull,andtwomightywingslikethoseofbatsstretchedoutbehindhimlikelivingshadows.Hislegs,encasedinmetaladornedwithspikesanddecoratedwithdisturbingimagesofbonesandskulls,curvedbackwardandendedinhooves,andtheverylightofhisglowinggreeneyesrevealedsharpteethbaredinanarrogantsneer.

           Hestaredupatthecreature,raptwithhorror,disbeliefwarringwiththeevidencebeforehiseyes.Hehadheardtales;hadseenpicturesinoldbooks,bothinthelibraryathomeandintheDalaranarchives.Butbeholdingthismonstrousthing,toweringoverhim,theskybehindhimcrimsonandblackwithfireandsmoke—

           Adreadlordwasademon.Athingoutofmyth.Itcouldn’tbereal—andyetitwashere,standingbeforehiminallitsdreadfulglory.

           Dreadlord.

           FearthreatenedtooverwhelmArthas,andheknewifheletititwouldcripplehim.Hewoulddieatthehandofthismonster—diewithoutevenafight.Andsowithsheerwill,hedrownedoutthemindlessterrorwithanother,betteremotion.Hatred.Righteousfury.