Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Shecouldfloatwiththem,butshepreferredtheheaviness,thesolidity,ofthecorporealformshehadstolenbackforherself.

           "Aren’tyou,sister?"sheansweredcurtly."OnlydaysagoweweretheLichKing’sslaves.Weexistedonlytoslaughterinhisname.Andnowweare...free."

           "Idon’tunderstand,mistress."Thebanshee’svoicewashollowandconfused."Ourwillsareourownnow.Isthatnotwhatyoufoughtfor?Ithoughtyou’dbeoverjoyed."

           Sylvanaslaughed,awarethatitwasperilouslyclosetohysteria."Whatjoyisthereinthiscurse?Wearestillundead,sister—stillmonstrosities."Sheextendedahand,examinedtheblue-grayflesh,noticedthecoldthatclungtoherlikeasecondskin."Whatareweifnotslavestothistorment?"

           Hehadtakensomuch.Evenifsheextendedhisdeathoveraperiodofdays...weeks...shewouldneverbeabletomakeArthassuffersufficiently.Hisdeathwouldnotbringbackthedead,cleansetheSunwell,norrestorehertoherliving,peach-and-goldself.Butitwouldfeel...verygood.

           Hehadeludedherattheirconfrontationseveraldayspast.Hislackey,thelich,hadcomeatpreciselythewrongmoment.Arthashadgonefarbeyondhergraspnow,tryingtohealhimself.Shehadlearnedthathe’dleftKel’Thuzadincontroloftheseplaguedlands.Butthatwasallright.Shewasdead.Shehadallthetimeintheworldtoplotanexquisiterevenge.