Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

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           TherewasnosignofSylvanas,norofKel’Thuzad.ArthasdrewreinonInvincible,lookingaround.Hefeltasuddenpricklingofapprehension."Whyhere?"hedemanded."Whereisyourmistress?"

           Thepaindescendedagainandhecriedout,clutchinghischest.Invincibleprancedbeneathhim,anxious,andArthasclungonfordearlife.Thegray-greengladewentaway,replacedbythebluesandwhitesoftheoddlybrokenFrozenThrone.TheLichKing’svoicestabbedinhisheadandArthasbitbackawhimper.

           "Youhavebeendeceived!Cometomysideatonce!Obey!"

           "Whatis...happeninghere?"Arthasmanagedthroughgrittedteeth.Heblinked,forcinghisvisiontoclear,andliftedhishead,gruntingwiththeeffort.

           Shesteppedoutfrombehindthetrees,carryingabow.Forawildsecond,hethoughthewasbackinQuel’Thalas,facingthelivingelf.Butherhairwasnolongergolden,butblackasmidnightwithstreaksofwhite.Herskinwaspalewithabluishtingetoit,andhereyesglowedsilver.ItwasSylvanas,andyetitwasnot.ForthisSylvanaswasneitheralive,norincorporeal.Somehow,shehadgottenherbodybackfromwherehehadordereditleft—safelylockedinanironcoffintobeusedasadditionaltormentagainsther.Butshehadturnedthetablesonhim.

           Ashestruggledtomakesenseofwhatwashappeningthroughthepain,Sylvanasliftedhersleekblackbow,drew,andtookaim.Herlipscurvedinasmile.