Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Torment,agony,yes,butmorethanthat,ahatredsoprofoundastobealmostpure.Sheheardothercriesofpainminglingwithhers,sawelvesdroppingtotheirkneesclutchingearsthatbegantobleed.Theirvoicesandtheirspellswerestopped,changedfromwordsofmagictoincoherentcriesofrawgriefandstartledpain.Someofthemfell,theirarmorshatteringandbreakingoffoftheminjaggedshards;theirverybonesbreakingbeneaththeirflesh.

           EvenArthasstaredatherforamoment,hiswhitebrowsdrawntogetherinanappraisinggesture.Shewantedtostop.Shewantedtosilenceherself,mufflethiscryofdestructionthatonlyservedhewhomshehatedsopassionately.Atlastitworedownbeneathherpain,andSylvanas,banshee,fellsicklysilent.

           "Whatafineweaponyouareindeed,"Arthasmurmured."Andmayhapyouwillbeadouble-edgedsword.Iwillbewatchingyou."

           Thehorriblearmypressedon.Arthasreachedtheplateau.Hereachedit,andslewthosewhoguardedtheSunwell,andforcedhertoparticipateintheslaughter.Andthenhevisitedtheultimatehorroruponherpeople,marchinguptothegloriouspoolofradiancethathadsustainedthequel’doreiformillennia.Besideit,waitingforhim,stoodafigureSylvanasrecognized—Dar’KhanDrathir.

           SoithadbeenhewhohadbetrayedQuel’Thalas.Hewho,evenmorethanArthas,hadthebloodofthousandsuponhiswell-manicuredhands.Furyragedthroughher