Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           HegavenoquarterasheattackedUthertheLightbringer;offerednomoment’sbreathingspaceforthepaladintodrawbacktheweapontodeliveracrushingblow.Uther’seyeswidenedwithshock,thennarrowedindetermination.ButtheLightthathadoncesurgedsobrightlyfromhispowerfulframewasdiminishingwitheachpassingsecond.

           DiminishingbeforethepowergrantedtohimbytheLichKing.

           AgainandagainFrostmournelanded—hereonthehammer’sglowinghead,hereontheshaft,hereonUther’sshoulder,inthatnarrowspacebetweengorgetandshoulderpauldrons,bitingdeep—

           Uthergruntedandstaggeredback.Bloodpouredfromthewound.Frostmournecravedmore,andArthaswantedtogiveitmore.

           Snarlinglikeabeast,hiswhitehairflying,hepressedtheattack.Thehammer,greatandglowing,fellfromUther’snervelessfingersasFrostmournenearlyseveredthearm.AblowdentedUther’sbreastplate;asecondinthesamespotcleaveditandtoreatthefleshbeneath.Uther’stabard,theblueandgoldoftheAlliancehehadoncefoughtfor,flutteredtothesnow-coveredearthinpiecesasUthertheLightbringerfellheavilytohisknees.Helookedup.Hisbreathingcamewithdifficulty.Bloodtrickledfromhismouth,seepingintohisbeard,buttherewasnohintofsurrenderonhisface.

           "Idearlyhopethatthere’saspecialplaceinhellwaitingforyou,Arthas."Hecoughed,thebloodbubblingup.