Артас: Возвышение короля-лича
Chapter 20
Thetowerswerelovelyatthistimeofday,proudandgloriousandglitteringinthedeepeningtwilighthues.Butashewatched,heheardadeepcrackingnoise.Theapexofthetallest,mostbeautifultowerinthecitysuddenlyfell,slowlyandinexorably,tumblingdownwardasifthelengthofthetowerhadbeenclenchedbyagiant,unseenhand.
Therestofthecityfellquickly,shatteringandcrumbling,thesoundofdestructionloudandthrumminginArthas’sears.Hewincedatthevolume,butdidnottearhiseyesaway.
HehadinstigatedthefallofSilvermoon.HaddirectedhisScourgeagainstit.Butthis—therewascasualnessaboutit,anease...Silvermoonhadbeenahard-wonprize.Archimondeappearedtobeabletoshatterthegreatestofhumancitieswithoutevenbeingpresent.
ArthasthoughtaboutArchimondeandTichondrius.Hescratchedhischinthoughtfully.
Inhislap,Frostmourneglowed.
