Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Arthasstaredraptlyatit,hishandsalmostphysicallyachingtograspit,hisfingerstowrapthemselvesaroundthehilt,hisarmstofeeltheweaponswingingsmoothlyintheblowthatwouldendMal’Ganis,endthetormenthehadvisiteduponthepeopleofLordaeron,endthislustforrevenge.Drawn,hesteppedforward.

           Theuncannyelementalspiritdrewitsicysword.

           "Turnaway,beforeitistoolate,"itintoned.

           "Stilltryingtoprotectthesword,areyou?"Arthassnarled,angryandembarrassedathisreaction.

           "No."Thebeing’svoicerumbledtheword."Tryingtoprotectyoufromit."

           Forasecond,Arthasstaredinsurprise.Thenheshookhishead,eyesnarrowingindetermination.Thiswasnothingmorethanatrick.HecouldneverturnawayfromFrostmourne—turnawayfromsavinghispeople.Hewouldnotfallforthelie.Hechargedandhismenfollowed.Theentitiesconvergedonthem,attackingwiththeirunnaturalweapons,butArthasfocusedhisattentionontheleader,theoneassignedtoguardFrostmourne.Allhispent-uphope,worry,fear,andfrustration,heunleashedonthestrangeprotector.Hismendidlikewise,turningtoattacktheotherelementalguardiansofthesword.Hishammerroseandfell,roseandfell,shatteringtheicyarmorascriesofangerwererippedfromhisthroat.