Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           ShewatchedtheglowsheknewtobegoldenplayuponArthas’sfeatures,softeningthemandlendingthemanartificialwarmth.Thenheupendedthecontentsofanexquisitelycraftedurnintothewaters,andtheradiancechanged.Itbegantopulseandswirl,andinsidetheswirlingcenterofthedamagedmagicalglow—

           —ashadow—

           Evenafterallshehadwitnessedthisdarkday,evenafterwhatshehadbecome,SylvanaswasstunnedatwhatemergedfromthebefouledSunwell,risingandliftingitsarmstotheskies.Askeleton,hornedandgrinning,itseyesocketsburningwithfire.Chainssnakedarounditandpurplevestmentsflutteredwithitsmovements.

           "Iamreborn,aspromised!TheLichKinghasgrantedmeeternallife!"

           Ithadallbeenforthis?Toraisethissingleentity?Alltheslaughter,thetorment,theterror;theunspeakablypreciousandvitalSunwellcorrupted,awayoflifethathadlastedforthousandsofyearsshattered—forthis?

           Shestaredsicklyatthecacklinglich,andtheonlythingthatgaveherevenahintofsurceasefromtheagonywaswatchingDar’Khan,whohadattemptedtobetrayhismasterashehadbetrayedhispeople,dying,asshehaddone,fromFrostmourne’skeenedge.