Артас: Возвышение короля-лича
Chapter 15
Please—
Andthen,likeafamiliarcaressfromalovedfriend,hefeltit.TheLightracedthroughhim,comfortingandwarm,andhebitbackasobashesawtheglowagainbegintoembracehishand.Hehadfallensofar,butitwasn’ttoolate.TheLighthadnotabandonedhim.Allheneededtodowasdrinkitin,openhishearttoit.Muradinwouldnotdie.Hecouldhealhim,andtogetherthey—
Somethingstirredatthebackofhisneck.No,no,notthebackofhisneck...thebackofhismind.Helookedupquickly—
Andstaredinwonder.
Ithadflungitselffreetoimbeditselfinfrontofhim,itsblue-whiterunesenvelopingitinacoldandgloriouslight.HisownLightfadedfromhishandsasherosetohisfeet,almosthypnotized.Frostmournewaswaitingforhim,aloverneedingthetouchofthedesiredonetowakentofullglory.
Thewhisperinginthebackofhismindcontinued.Thiswasthepath.ItwasfoolishtotrustintheLight.Ithadfailedhim,repeatedly.IthadnotbeentheretosaveInvincible,hadnotbeenenoughtostoptheinexorablemarchofthisplaguethatwasonitswaytowipingoutthepopulationofhiskingdom.Thepower,thestrengthofFrostmourne—thatwastheonlythingthatcouldstandagainstthemightofadreadlord.
Muradinwasacasualtyofthisawfulwar.Buthopefully,hissacrificewouldbethelast
