Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Foramoment,ArthaswasremindedofJaina’sobedientwaterelemental,whohadhelpedherfightofftheogresonthatlong-agodaybeforeeverythinghadtakensuchgrimandhorrificturns.Thebeingshoveredoverthecoldstonefloorofthecavern,madeoficeandunnaturalessenceinsteadofwater,wearingarmorthatlookedasifithadgrownofandfromthem.Theyhadhelms,butnofaces;gauntlets,weaponsandshields,butnoarms.

           Alarmingthoughtheywere,Arthasgavethesefearsomeelementalspiritsnomorethanapassingglanceashiseyewasdrawntothereasontheyhadcomehere.

           Frostmourne.

           Itwascaughtinahovering,jaggedchunkofice,therunesthatranthelengthofitsbladeglowingacoolblue.Belowitwasadaisofsomesort,standingonalargegentlyraisedmoundthatwascoveredinadustingofsnow.Asoftlight,comingfromsomewherehighabovewherethecavernwasopentodaylight,shonedownontheruneblade.Theicyprisonhidsomedetailsofthesword’sshapeandform,exaggeratedothers.Itwasrevealedandconcealedatthesametime,andallthemoretempting,likeanewloverimperfectlyglimpsedthroughagauzycurtain.Arthasknewtheblade—itwastheselfsameswordhehadseeninhisdreamwhenhefirstarrived.TheswordthathadnotkilledInvincible,butthathadbroughthimbackhealedandhealthy.He’dthoughtitagoodomenthen,butnowheknewitwasatruesign.Thiswaswhathehadcometofind.Thisswordwouldchangeeverything.