Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           "Invincible!"Arthascried,seemingstrickenastheundeadhorserolledandtriedtogettoitsfeetwhilemissingitstwoforelegs.ItseemedanoddbattlecrytoSylvanas,consideringAnasterianhadjustgainedanadvantage.ButthefaceArthasturnedtowardtheelvenkingwasfullofnakedrageandpain.Helookedalmosthumannow;ahumanmaleseeingsomethinghelovedintorment.Hescrambledtohisfeet,glancingbackdistractedlyatthehorse,andforawildmomentSylvanasthoughtmaybe,justmaybe—

           Theancientelvenweaponwasnomatchfortheruneblade,asSylvanasknewitwouldnot,couldnotbe.Itsnappedasthebladesclashed,theseveredpiecewhirlingawaycrazilyasAnasterianfell,hissoulrippedfromhimandconsumedbytheglowingFrostmourne,ashadbeensomanyothers.

           Hesprawledontheice,limp,bloodpoolingbeneathhim,whitehairspreadoutlikeashroud,whileArthasrushedtotheundeadhorseandmendeditsseveredlegs,pattingtheboneswhileitprancedandnuzzledathim.AndSylvanas,althoughsheknewitwouldharmthoseshestillloved,couldnotcarrytheweightofthepainandanguishandsheerburninghatredofArthasandallhehaddone.Herheadfellback,herarmsspreadingashermouthopened,andacry,beautifulandterribleatonce,wastornfromaninsubstantialthroat.

           Shehadcriedoutbefore,ashehadtorturedher.Butthatwasonlyherownpain,herowndespair.Thiswassomuchmore.