Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Hehadknownitwhenhefirsthadthevisionofit,whenhehadjustarrivedinNorthrend.Hehadbeencertainoftheconnectionwhenhelaideyesuponit,waitingforhim.Andnowhefeltitsurgeinhishand,confirmingtheirunity.

           Thedemonbladesgleamed.IllidandroppeddownonArthaslikeastone.Arthascriedoutandcountered,morecertainofthisblowthanofanyhehaddealtwiththerunebladebefore,swingingFrostmourneupunderneaththedescendingdemon.Andasheknewmusthappen,hefelttheswordbitedeepintoflesh.Hepulled,drawingthegashacrossIllidan’storso,andfeltadeepsatisfactionastheformerkaldoreiscreamedinagony.

           Andyetthebastardwouldnotfall.Illidan’swingsbeaterratically,stillsomehowkeepinghimaloft,andthenbeforeArthas’sshockedgazehisbodyseemedtoshiftanddarken...almostasifitwasmadeofwrithingblack,purple,andgreensmoke.

           "Thisiswhatyouhavegivenme,"Illidancried.Hisvoice,basstobeginwith,hadsomehowgrownevendeeper.Arthasfeltitshiveralonghisbones.Thedemon’seyesglowedfiercelyintheswirlingdarknessthatwashisface."Thisgift—thispower.Anditwilldestroyyou!"

           AscreamwastornfromArthas’sthroat,andhefellagaintohisknees.Blazinggreenfirechaseditselfalonghisarmor,searedhisflesh,evendulledFrostmourne’sblueglowforamoment.OvertherawcryofhisowntormentheheardIllidanlaughing.