Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           "LikeMal’Ganis,Iamadreadlord.ButIamnotyourenemy,"Tichondriushadreassuredhim.Thelipstwistedinasmilethatwasmoreofasneer."Intruth,I’vecometocongratulateyou.BykillingyourownfatheranddeliveringthislandtotheScourge,youhavepassedyourfirsttest.TheLichKingispleasedwithyour...enthusiasm."

           Arthasfeltbuffetedbytwinemotions—painandexultation.

           "Yes,"hesaid,keepinghisvoicesteadyinfrontofthedemon,"I’vedamnedeveryoneandeverythingI’veeverlovedinhisname,andIstillfeelnoremorse.Nopity.Noshame."

           Andinhisheartofhearts,therecameanotherwhisper,butnotfromFrostmourne:Liar.

           Heforcedthesentimentdown.Thatvoicewouldbesilenced,somehow.Hecouldnotaffordtopermitthesoftnesstogrow.Itwaslikegangrene;itwouldeathim,ifheletit.

           Tichondriusseemednottonotice.HepointedtoFrostmourne."Therunebladeyoucarrywasforgedbymykind,longago.TheLichKinghasempoweredittostealsouls.Yourswasthefirstoneitclaimed."

           EmotionswarredwithinArthas.Hestaredattheblade.Tichondrius’swordchoicehadnotescapedhim.Stolen.HadtheLichKingaskedforhissoulinexchangeforsavinghispeople,Arthaswouldhavegivenit.ButtheLichKinghadaskednosuchthing;hehadsimplytakenit.