Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Ifthereare,ourprincewillbetenthickinthem."Hebowedtoher."Comeawayfromthisplace,lady."

           Sheshookherhead."No,notyet.I’mnotready."

           Hesearchedhereyes,thennodded."Asyouwill.Lightbewithyou,LadyJainaProudmoore."

           "Andyou,UthertheLightbringer."Shegavehimthebestsmileshecouldmusterandwatchedashestrodeoff.Arthaswouldnodoubtseethisasyetanotherbetrayal,butifitsavedhislife—thenshecouldlivewiththat.

           Thesmellwasstartingtobecomemorethanevenherstubbornwillwouldpermithertohandle.Shepausedforalastlook.Partofherwonderedwhyshehadcomehere;theotherpartknew.Shehadcometobrandtheseimagesintoherbrain,tounderstandthedepthofwhathadhappened.Shemustnever,everforget.WhetherornotArthaswaspastreaching,shedidn’tknow,butwhathappenedherewouldneedtoneverbecomeafootnoteinthehistorybooks.

           Aravenwheeleddownslowly.Shewantedtorushforwardandshooitaway,totrytoprotectthepoor,batteredcorpses,butitwasonlydoingwhatitsnaturetoldittodo.Itdidnothaveaconsciencetotellitthatwhatitwasdoingwasoffensivetohumansensibilities.Shelookedattheravenforamoment,andthenhereyeswidened.

           Itbegantoshift,change,grow,andinaninstant,whereacarrionbirdhadonceperchedstoodaman.Shegaspedinrecognition—thissameprophetshehadseentwicebefore.