Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Howhadhecometothismoment—fleeingthroughanemptypalacefromhisowncreations,hissubjects,whomhehadvowedtoprotect.Butno—he’dslainthem.BetrayedhissubjectsforthepowertheLichKingoffered.Thepowerthatwasnowbleedingfromhimasiffromawoundthatcouldnotbeclosed.

           Father...Jaina...

           Heclosedhismindagainstthememories.Distractionswouldnotservehim.Onlyspeedandcunningwould.

           Thenarrowpassagewayslimitedthenumberofundeadabletofollow,andhewasabletocloseandboltthedoorsagainstthem,delayingthem.Finallyhereachedhisquartersandthesecretexitbuiltintothewall.He,hisparents,andCaliaeachhadone...knownonlytothem,Uther,andthebishop.Allweregonenow,savehe,andArthaspushedasidethehangingtapestrytorevealthesmalldoorhiddenbehindit,closingandboltingitbehindhim.

           Heran,stumblinginhisweakness,downthetight,twiningstaircasethatwouldleadtohisfreedom.Thedoorwasbothphysicallyandmagicallydisguisedtolookexactlylikethemainwallsofthepalacefromtheoutside.Arthas,gasping,fumbledwiththeboltandhalffelloutintothedimlightofTirisfalGlades.Thesoundofbattlereachedhisearsandhelookedup,catchinghisbreath.Heblinked,confused.Theundead...werefightingoneanother.

           Ofcourse—someofthemwerestillunderhiscommand.Werestillhissubjects—

           Histools.Hisweapons.Nothissubjects.