Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Hisfeetseemedguided,andwhiletherewasnonoise,certainlynoonetochallengehisrighttobehere,hefelt,ratherthanheard,adeepthrumofpower.Hecontinuedtodescend,feelingthatcallofpowerdrawinghimeverclosertohisdestiny.

           Upaheadwasacold,blue-whitelight.Arthasmovedtowardit,almostbreakingintoarun,andthetunnelopenedupintowhatArthascouldonlythinkofasathronechamber.ForjustaheadwasastructurethatmadeArthas’sbreathcatchinhisthroat.

           TheLichKing’sprisonsatatopofthistwiningtower,thisspireofblue-green,shimmeringice-that-was-not-icethatroseupasiftopiercetheveryroofofthecavern.Anarrowwalkwaywound,serpentine,aboutthespire,leadinghimupward.StillfilledwiththeenergygrantedtohimbytheLichKing,Arthasdidnottire,butunwelcomememoriesseemedtodartathimlikefliesasheascended,puttingonebootedfootinfrontoftheother.Words,phrases,imagescamebacktohim.

           "Remember,Arthas.Wearepaladins.Vengeancecannotbeapartofwhatwemustdo.Ifweallowourpassionstoturntobloodlust,thenwewillbecomeasvileastheorcs."

           Jaina...oh,Jaina..."Noonecanseemtodenyyouanything,leastofallme."

           "Don’tdenyme,Jaina.Don’teverdenyme.Please."

           "Ineverwould,Arthas.Never."

           Hekeptgoing,relentlesslymovingupward.