Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           "Thedogreturnstohisvomit,"Uthersaid,thewordscrackinglikeawhip."I’dprayedyou’dstayaway."

           Arthastwitchedslightly.Hisvoicewasroughashereplied,"I’mabadcopper—Ijustkeepturningup.Iseeyoustillcallyourselfapaladin,eventhoughIdissolvedyourorder."

           Utheractuallylaughed,thoughitwasbitterlaughter."Asifyoucoulddissolveityourself.IanswertotheLight,boy.Sodidyou,once."

           TheLight.Hestillrememberedit.Hisheartlurchedinhischestandforamoment,justamoment,heloweredthesword.Thenthewhisperscame,remindinghimofthepowerhenowbore,emphasizingthatwalkingthepathoftheLighthadnotgottenhimwhathecraved.ArthasgrippedFrostmournefirmlyoncemore.

           "Ididmanythings,once,"heretorted."Nolonger."

           "Yourfatherruledthislandforfiftyyears,andyou’vegroundittodustinamatterofdays.Butundoinganddestructioniseasy,isn’tit?"

           "Verydramatic,Uther.Pleasantasthisis,I’venotimetoreminisce.I’vecomefortheurn.Giveittome,andI’llmakesureyoudiequickly."Nosparingthisone.Notevenifhebegged.Especiallynotifhebegged.Therewastoomuchhistorybetweenthem.Toomuch—feeling.

           NowUthershowedemotionotherthananger.HestaredatArthas,aghast.