Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Therunebladethathadtakenherlife,hadtakenandconsumedhersoul,glitteredandgleamed,andArthas’sfreehandwasliftedinabeckoninggestureasherippedherfromthesoothingembraceofdeath.

           "Banshee,"hetoldher."ThusIhavemadeyou.Youcangivevoicetoyourpain,Sylvanas.Iwillgiveyouthatmuch.Itismorethantheothersget.Andinsodoing,youshallcausepaintoothers.Sonowyou,troublesomeranger,shallserve."

           Terrifiedbeyondreason,Sylvanashoveredoverherbloodied,brokencorpse,gazingintoherownstaringeyes,thenbackatArthas.

           "No,"shesaid,hervoicehollowandeerie,yetstillrecognizablyhers."Iwillneverserveyou,butcher."

           Hegestured.Itwasthemerestthing,atwitchofagauntletedfinger.Herbackarchedinagonyandanotherscreamwastornfromher,andsherealizedwitharacking,ragingsenseofgriefthatshewasutterlypowerlessbeforehim.Shewashistool,astherottingcorpsesandthepale,reekingabominationswerehistools.

           "Yourrangersserveaswell,"hesaid."Theyarenowinmyarmy."Hehesitated,andtherewasgenuineregretinhisvoicewhenhesaid,"Itdidnothavetobethisway.Knowthatyourfate,theirs,andthatofyourpeople,restsuponyourchoices.ButImustpressontotheSunwell.Andyouwillassistme."

           ThehategrewinsideSylvanaslikealivingthinginherincorporealbody.