Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Allthepreparationsforyourjourneyhavebeenmade.Whatisityouwouldhaveofme?"

           Kel’Thuzadhadbeenright.Evennow,Arthaswasbeginningtofeelsomesemblanceoflifereturningtohislimbs,thoughnotenoughthathecouldmoveunderhisownpower.

           "IneedtofindtheLichKingassoonaspossible.Muchlongerand...Idon’tknowwhatthefutureholds,orifI’llevenreturn,butIwantyoutowatchoverthisland.Seetoitthatmylegacyendures."

           Hetrustedthelich,notoutofaffectionorloyalty,butsimplyasacold,hardfact.Kel’Thuzadwasanundeadthing,boundtothemastertheybothserved.Arthas’seyesflittedtothelittleghost,hovering,smiling,afewfeetaway,andtotheslack-faced,rottingcorpseswhowouldwalkoffacliffifhetoldthemto.

           Justdeadmeatandsunderedspirits.Notsubjects.Andtheyneverhadbeen.Nomatterwhatthelittleshade’ssmilesaid.

           "Youhonorme,myliege.Ishalldoasyouask,KingArthas.Ishall."

           Shehadabodynow,whatherownhadoncebeen,thoughchanged,asshehadbeenchanged.Sylvanaswalkedwiththesameeasystrideshehadhadinlife,worethesamearmor.Butitwasnotthesame.Shewasforever,irrevocablyaltered.

           "Youseemtroubled,mistress."

           Sylvanasstartedfromherreverieandturnedtothebanshee,oneofthemanywhofloatedbesideher.