Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           "Wemayneverknow,Uther,"Arthassaidcoldly,liftingFrostmourneforthefinalblow.Theswordnearlysanginanticipation."Iintendtoliveforever."

           Hebroughttherunebladestraightdown,throughUther’sthroat,silencingthedefiantwords,piercingthegreatheart.Utherdiedalmostimmediately.Arthastuggedthebladefreeandsteppedback,shaking.Surely,itwasonlyfromthereleaseoftensionandexultation.

           Hekneltandpickeduptheurn.Hehelditforalongmoment,thenslowlybrokethesealandtippedthejarover,pouringoutitscontents.TheashesofKingTerenasfelllikegrayrain,likeplaguedflour,driftingdownontothesnow.Abruptly,thewindshifted.Thegraypowderthatwasallthatwasleftofakingsuddenlytookflight,asifanimated,whirlingtoshowerthedeathknight.Startled,Arthastookastepbackward.Hishandsautomaticallycameuptoshieldhisface,andhedroppedtheurn,whichlandedwithadullthunkontheground.Heshuthiseyesandturnedaway,butnotquicklyenough,andbegantocoughviolently,theashesacridandchoking.Abruptly,panicseizedhim.Hisgauntletedhandscameuptoswipeathisface,tryingtowipeoffthefinepowderthatcloggedhisthroatandnoseandstunghiseyes.Hespat,andforamomenthisstomachroiled.

           Arthastookadeepbreathandforcedcalmuponhimself.Amomentlater,herose,composedonceagain.Ifhefeltanythingatall,hehadlockeditsodeephedidnotknowit