Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           AgainthefelfirecascadedoverhimandArthasfellforward,gasping.ButasthefirefadedandhesawIllidanswoopinginforthekill,hefelttheancientrunebladehestillmanagedtograspurgehimtorally.

           Frostmournewashis,andheits,andsounited,theywereinvincible.

           JustasIllidanliftedhisbladesforthekill,ArthasraisedFrostmourne,thrustingupwardwithallhisstrength.Hefeltthebladeconnect,pierceflesh,strikedeep.

           Illidanfellhardtotheground.Bloodgushedfromhisbaretorso,meltingthesnowarounditwithaslowhissingsound.Hischestroseandfellingasps.Hisvauntedtwinbladeswereofnousenow.Onehadbeenknockedfromhisgrasp,theotherlayinahandthatcouldnotevencurlarounditshilt.Arthasgottohisfeet,hisbodystilltinglingwiththeremnantsofthefelfireIllidanhadhurledathim.Hestaredathimforalongmoment,brandingthesightintohismind.Hethoughtaboutdealingthekillingblow,butdecidedtoletthemercilesscoldoftheplacedoitforhim.Agreaterneedburnedinhimnow,andheturned,liftinghiseyestothespirethattoweredabovehim.

           Heswallowedhardandsimplystoodforamoment,knowing,withoutknowinghowheknewit,thatsomethingwasabouttofundamentallychange.Thenhetookadeepbreathandenteredthecavern.

           Arthasmovedalmostasifinadaze,downthelengthsoftwiningtunnelsthatledeverdeeperintothebowelsoftheearth.