Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Andsoitfell,theshining,beautifulcityofmagic,itsgloriesshatteredandreducedtorubbleasthearmyofundead—theScourge,sheheardArthascallthem,twistedaffectioninhisvoice—pressedon.Ashehadbefore,Arthasraisedthefallentoserve,andifSylvanashadstillpossessedaheart,itwouldhavebrokenatthesightofsomanyfriendsandlovedonesshamblingbesideher,mindlesslyobedient.Onthroughthecitytheymarched,cleavingitintwainwiththevilepurple-blackscar,itscitizenslurchingtotheirfeetwithwoundsthathadsmashedskulls,ortrailingviscerabehindthemastheyshambledforward.

           ShehadhopedthechannelbetweenSilvermoonandQuel’Danaswouldproveanimpassablebarrier,andforamomentthathopeseemedrealized.Arthasdrewrein,staringatthebluewaterglintinginthesun,andfrowned.Foramomenthesatatophisunnaturalsteed,hiswhitebrowsknittedtogether."Youcannotfillthischannelwithcorpses,Arthas,"Sylvanashadgloated."Noteventhewholecitywouldbeenough.Youarestoppedhere,andyourfailureissweet."Andthenthebeingwhohadoncebeenhuman,whohadoncebyallaccountsbeenagoodman,turnedandgrinnedatherblisteringwordsofdefiance,sendingherintoaparoxysmofagonyandwrenchinganothersoul-splittingscreamfromherincorporeallips.

           Hehadfoundasolution.

           HecastFrostmournetowardtheshore,watchingitalmostrapturouslyasitflippedendoverendtolandwithitstipimpaledinthesand.