Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           SuddenlyIllidanwasnotthereandArthaslurchedforward,hismomentumtakinghimoffbalance.HeheardaflappingsoundandwhirledtoseeIllidanoverhead,hisgreat,leatherywingscreatingastrongwindashehoveredoutofreach.

           Theyeyedeachother,Arthascatchinghisbreath.HecouldseeIllidanwasnotunaffectedbythebattleeither.Sweatgleamedonthemassive,lavender-huedtorso.Arthassettledhimself,FrostmourneatthereadyforwhenIllidanwouldswoopinforarenewedassault.

           ThenIllidandidsomethingutterlyunexpected.Helaughed,shiftedtheweaponinhishands—andinaflurryofmotionseeminglysnappeditintwo.Eachpowerfulhandnowheldasingleblade.

           "BeholdtheTwinBladesofAzzinoth,"Illidangloated.Heflewuphigher,whirlingthebladesinhisleftandrighthands,andArthasrealizedthathefavoredneitherone."Twomagnificentwarglaives.Theycanbewieldedasasingledevastatingweapon...or,asyousee,astwo.Itwasthefavoredweaponofadoomguard—apowerfuldemoncaptainwhomIslew.Tenthousandyearsago.Howlonghaveyoufoughtwithyourprettyblade,human?Howwelldoyouknowit?"

           Thewordswereintendedtounsettlethedeathknight.Instead,theyinvigoratedhim.Illidanmighthavehadthisadmittedlypowerfulweaponforlonger—butFrostmournewasboundtoArthas,andhetoit.Itwasnotaswordasmuchasanextensionofhimself.