Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Arthasgrippedthereinswithhislefthand,hisrightdrawingbackthemassivesword.Sylvanassobbed,once.Nocryoffearorregretcamefromthoselips.Onlyashort,harshsobofimpotentanger,ofhatred,ofrighteousfurythatshewasnotabletostopthem,notevenwhenshehadgivenallshecould,notevenwithherlife’sblood.

           Alleria,sister,Icome.

           Shemetthedeadlybladehead-on,strikingitwithherownweapons,whichshattereduponimpact.Andthentherunebladehadpiercedher.Cold,socolditwas,slicingthroughherasifitwasmadeoficeitself.

           Arthasleanedintoher,hisgazelockedwithhers.Sylvanascoughed,finedropletsofbloodspatteringhisbone-paleface.Wasitherimagination,orwasthereahintofregretonhisstill-finefeatures?

           Hetuggedbackhisweaponandshefell,bloodgushingoutofher.Sylvanasshiveredonthecoldstonefloor,themovementcausingagonytoripthroughher.Onehandfluttered,foolishly,tothegapingwoundinherabdomen,asifherhandscouldcloseonitandstoptheflood.

           "Finishit,"shewhispered."Ideserve...acleandeath."

           Hisvoicefloatedtoherfromsomewhereashereyesclosed."Afterallyou’veputmethrough,woman,thelastthingI’llgiveyouisthepeaceofdeath."

           Fearspikedinherforaheartbeat,thenfadedaseverythingelsewasbeginningto.