Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           "Kel’Thuzad’svoicewasalmosthypnotic,andArthasshuthiseyesforamoment.Behindtheclosedlids,scenesplayedoutinhismindasthelichspoke.Hesawaredskyarcingoveraredworld.Overaridgepouredawaveofcreatures.Theyranlikehounds,butnonaturalbeastswerethey—theyhadfearsomejawscrammedwithteeth,andstrangetentaclessproutingfromtheirshoulders.Stonescrashedtotheearth,leavingtrailsofgreenfire,tocometolifeasanimatedrockthatmarchedontheirfoes.

           "Now,itcomestosetthisworldtotheflame.Ourmasterwascreatedtopavethewayforitsarrival.Thedreadlordsweresenttomakesurehesucceeded."

           ThesceneinArthas’smindshifted.Hewaslookingatanornatecarvedgateway.HeknewittobetheDarkPortal,althoughhehadneverseenitwithhisowneyes.Itradiatedgreenfire,andahostofdemonswereclusteredaroundit.Arthasshookhisheadandthevisionevaporated.

           "SotheplagueinLordaeron,thecitadelsinNorthrend,theslaughteringoftheelves...itwasalljusttoprepareforsomehugedemonicinvasion?"

           "Yes.Intime,youwillfindthatourentirehistoryhasbeenshapedbythecomingconflict."

           Arthasponderedthis.Frostmournewasdefinitelyawakening,andheremovedthegauntletfromhisrighthandtocaressit.Cold,bonecolditwas,socoldthatevenhisdeathknight’shand,whichhadbeentemperedforsuchatask,achedashetouchedit.Hefeltthewhispersagain,andsmiled.