Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           RELEASEMEFROMTHISPRISON!"

           Arthastookastepforward,thenanother,liftingFrostmourneashemoveduntilhewasrunning.Thiswasthemomentithadallbeenleadingto,andwithoutrealizingit,aroarbuiltinhisthroatandtorefreeasheswungthebladedownwithallofhisstrength.

           AmassivecrackingresoundedthroughthechamberasFrostmourneslammeddown.Theiceshattered,hugechunksflyingineverydirection.Arthasliftedhisarmstoshieldhimself,buttheshardsflewpasthimharmlessly.Piecesfellfromtheimprisonedbody,andtheLichKingcriedout,liftinghisarmoredarmstothesky.Moregroaning,crackingsoundscamefromthecavernandfromthebeinghimself,soloudthatArthaswincedandcoveredhisears.Itwasasiftheveryworldwastearingitselfapart.SuddenlythearmoredfigurethatwastheLichKingseemedtoshatterashisprisondid,fallingapartbeforeArthas’sstunnedgaze.

           Therewasnothing—noone—inside.

           Onlythearmor,icyblack,clatteringtolieinpieces.Thehelm,emptyofitsowner’shead,slidtoahalttolieatArthas’sfeet.Hestareddownatitforalongmoment,adeepshiverpassingthroughhim.

           Allthistime...hehadbeenchasingaghost.HadtheLichKingeverreallybeenhere?Ifnot—whohadthrustFrostmournefromtheice?Whohaddemandedtobefreed?Washe,ArthasMenethil,supposedtohavebeentheoneencasedintheFrozenThroneallalong?

           Hadthisghosthe’dbeenchasing..