Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Sylvanas’sglowing,spectraleyeswidenedslightlyasnoneotherthanArthashimselfemergedthroughthegate.Hisfamiliarundeadsteedallbutprancedbeneathhim.Heworenohelm,lettinghiswhitehairfallfreelyabouthispaleface,andheworethatself-satisfiedsmirkthatSylvanassodespised.Herinsubstantialhandsattemptedtoclenchintofists,butsuchwashiscontroloverherthatallherfingerscouldmanagewasabrieftwitch.

           Arthas’svoicewasresonantandcheerful."Greetings,dreadlords,"hesaid.Theystaredathim,visiblybridlingathisinsolence."Ishouldthankyouforlookingaftermykingdomduringmyabsence.However,Iwon’tberequiringyourservicesanylonger."

           Forasecond,theysimplygapedathim.Finally,Balnazzarrecoveredenoughtoretort,"Thislandisours.TheScourgebelongstotheLegion!"

           Ah,thoughtSylvanas,hereitcomes.

           Arthas’ssmirkwidened.Hisvoicewaspositivelygleeful."Notanymore,demon.Yourmastershavebeendefeated.TheLegionisundone.Yourdeathswillcompletethecircle."

           Stillgrinning,heliftedFrostmourne.Therunesalongitsbladedancedandglowed.Hetightenedthereinsandtheskeletalhorseboredownontheclusterofthreedemons.

           "Thisisn’tover,human!"Detheroccrieddefiantly.ThedreadlordswerefasterthanArthas’sskeletalhorse—Frostmournesangonlyoffrustrationasitslicedthroughemptyair.