Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Curvedstone,lookinglikesickles—orinsectlegs,Arthasthought—juttedupward,theirtipsbendingtowardoneanothertoformasortofsymbolictunnel.Ahead,hecouldmakeoutthegatesthemselves.Agiantspiderwasetcheduponthem.Arthas’slipcurledindisgust,butthenhethoughtofthestatuesdottingStormwind.Wasthisreallysodifferent?Theentrance"tunnel"andthegatesledintotheheartofwhatseemedtobeaniceberg.Foramoment,justamoment,Arthasglancedatthesilent,enormousfigureofAnub’arak,thoughtaboutspidersandflies,andwonderedifhewasdoingtherightthing.

           "Beholdtheentrancetoaonce-powerfulandancientplace,"Anub’araksaid."Iwaslordhere,andmywordwasobeyedwithoutquestion.Iwasmightyandpowerful,andIbowedtonoone.Butthingschange.IservetheLichKingnow,andmyplaceisdefendinghim."

           Arthasthoughtbrieflyofhisoutrageattheplague,ofhisburningneedforvengeance...ofthelookinhisfather’seyesasFrostmournedrankhissoul.

           "Thingsdochange,"hesaidquietly."Butthere’snotimetoreminisce."Heturnedtohisstrangenewallyandsmiledcoldly."Letusdescend."