Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           AhorriblesoundthatArthasonlydimlyrecognizedaslaughterassaultedhisears,alongwiththescreamingofaworldwrenchedfromitsproperplace,hauledupwardtofacethelightofdayithadnotseeninuncountedcenturies....

           Green—allwasgreen,shadowyandnightmarish,grotesqueimagesdancingatthecornerofArthas’smindonlytodartawaybeforetheycouldbefirmlygrasped.Therewasabriefglimpse,gonenow—antlers?Adeer?Aman?Itwashardtotell.Hopehungaboutthefigure,buttherewereforcesbentondestroyingit....

           Themountainsthemselvescametolife,takinggiantstrides,crushingeverythinglucklessenoughtocrosstheirpaths.Witheachmammothfootfall,theworldseemedtotrembleandshake.

           Frostmourne.Thisatleastheknew,andintimately.Theswordwhirledendoverend,asifArthashastosseditintotheair.Asecondswordrosetomeetit—long,inelegantbutpowerful,withthesymbolofaskullembeddedinitsfearsomeblade.Aname—"Ashbringer,"aswordandyetmorethanasword,aswasFrostmourne.Thetwoclashed—

           Arthasblinkedandshookhishead.Thevisions,tumbled,chaotic,heartening,anddisturbing—weregone.

           Theorcchuckled,thepaintedskullonhisfacestretchingwiththegesture.HehadoncebeennamedNer’zhul,hadoncehadthegiftoftruevisioning.Arthasdidnotdoubtthatallhehadseen,thoughimperfectlyunderstood,wouldindeedcometopass.