Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           beenhimself?

           Questionsthatwouldlikelyneverhaveanswers.Butonethingwascleartohim.AsFrostmournehadbeenforhim,sowasthearmor.Gauntletedfingersclosedoverthespikedhelmandhelifteditslowly,reverently,andthen,closinghiseyes,helowereditontohiswhitehead.

           Hewassuddenlygalvanized,hisbodytensingashefelttheessenceoftheLichKingenterhim.Itpiercedhisheart,stoppedhisbreath,shiveredalonghisveins,icy,powerful,crashingthroughhimlikeatidalwave.Hiseyeswereclosed,buthesaw,hesawsomuch—allthatNer’zhul,theorcshaman,hadknown,allhehadseen,haddone.Foramoment,Arthasfearedhewouldbeoverwhelmedbyitall,thatintheend,theLichKinghadtrickedhimintocomingheresothathecouldplacehisessenceinafreshnewbody.Hebracedhimselfforabattleforcontrol,withhisbodyastheprize.

           Buttherewasnostruggle.Onlyablending,amelding.Allaroundhim,thecaverncontinuedtocollapse.Arthaswasonlybarelyawareofit.Hiseyesdartedrapidlybackandforthbeneathhisclosedlids.

           Hislipsmoved.Hespoke.

           They...spoke.

           "Now...weareone."