Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Hewouldraiseher,asoneofthosegrotesqueshamblingthings?

           "No,"shemurmured,hervoicesoundingasifitcamefromalongwayoff."Youwouldn’t...dare...."

           Andthenitwentaway.Itallwentaway.Thecoldness,thestench,thesearingpain.Itwassoftandwarmanddarkandcalmandcomforting,andSylvanaspermittedherselftosinkintothewelcomingdarkness.Atlastshecouldrest,couldlaydownthearmsshehadborneforsolonginservicetoherpeople.

           Andthen—

           Agonyshotthroughher,agonysuchasshehadneverknown,andSylvanassuddenlyknewthatnophysicalpainshehadeverenduredcouldholdapalecandletothistorment.Thiswasanagonyofthespirit,ofhersoulleavingherlifelessformandbeingtrapped.Ofa...ripping,tearing,yankingbackfromthatwarmsanctuaryofsilenceandstillness.Theviolenceoftheactaddedtotheexquisitetorment,andSylvanasfeltascreamwellingup,forcingitswayfromdeepinside,pastlipsthatsomehowsheknewwerenolongerphysical,adeepkeeningwailofasufferingthatwasnothersalone,thatfrozebloodandstoppedhearts.

           Theblacknessfadedfromhervision,butcolorsdidnotreturn.Shedidnotneedredsorbluesoryellowstoseehim,though,hertormentor;hewaswhiteandgrayandblackeveninaworldwithcolor.