Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Hewatchedforamoment,leaningagainstthecoldstone.Anabominationunderthecontrolofhisenemyloppedoffalong-earedheadandsentitflying.Ashiverofdisgustwentthroughhimatthesightofbothsetsofundead.Decomposing,maggot-ridden,shamblingthings.Nomatterwhocontrolledthem,theywerefoul.Aglimmercaughthiseye;aforlornlittleghost,hoveringtimidly,whohadoncebeenanadolescentgirl.Oncebeenalive.He’dkilledher,too,directlyorindirectly.Hissubject.Sheseemedstillconnectedtothatworldoftheliving.Seemedtorememberwhatbeinghumanhadoncemeant.Hecouldusethat;useher.Heextendedhishandtothisfloating,spectralthinghehadmadeoutofhislustforpower.

           "Ihaveneedofyourabilities,littleshade,"hesaid,pitchinghisvoicetosoundaskindlyaspossible."Willyouhelpme?"

           Herfacelitupandshefloatedtohisside."Iliveonlytoserveyou,KingArthas,"shesaid,hervoicestillsweetdespiteitshollowecho.Heforcedhimselftoreturnhersmile.Itwaseasier,whentheyweresimplyrottingflesh.Butthishaditsadvantages,too.

           Throughsheerwill,hesummonedmoreandmoreofthem,exertinghimselfsohardhisbreathcameingasps.Theycame.Theywouldservewhoeverwasstrongest.Witharoar,Arthasdescendeduponthosewhowoulddarestandinthewayofthedestinyhehadboughtsodearly.Butevenasmorecametohisside,sodidmorecometoattackhim.