Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Hethoughtofthosewhohadfallenbeneathhishammer,thelivingandthedead,theraveningghoulsandtheterrifiedwomenandchildrenwhodidn’tunderstandthathewastryingtosavetheirsouls.Theirfacesbolsteredhim;theycouldnot—wouldnot—havediedfornothing.SomehowArthasfoundthecouragetomeetthedemonstareforstare,clutchinghishammer.

           "We’regoingtofinishthisrightnow,Mal’Ganis,"heshouted.Hisvoicewasstrongandfirm."Justyouandme."

           Thedreadlordthrewbackhisheadandlaughed."Bravewords,"herumbled."Unfortunatelyforyou,itwon’tendhere."Mal’Ganisgrinned,blacklipspullingbackfromsharp,pointedteeth."Yourjourneyhasjustbegun,youngprince."

           Hesweptanarmout,indicatingArthas’smen,long,sharpclawsglitteringinthelightoftheflamesthatstillburnedandconsumedthegreatcity."GatheryourforcesandmeetmeinthearcticlandofNorthrend.Itistherethatyourtruedestinywillunfold."

           "Mytruedestiny?"Arthas’svoicecrackedwithangerandconfusion."Whatdoyou—"ThewordsdiedinhisthroatastheairaroundMal’Ganisbegantoshimmerandwhirlinafamiliarpattern.

           "No!"Arthasshrieked.Hesurgedforward,blindly,recklessly,andwouldhavebeencutdowninaheartbeathadnottheteleportationspellbeencompleted.Arthascriedoutincoherently,swinginghisfaintlyglowinghammeratemptyair