Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Shegasped,momentarilyunabletobreathe,thecoldofthedamp,graydayknifingthroughher.Aegwynnwasthere,hergnarledhandsclosingonJaina’s.

           "Aegwynn—I—whathappened?"Hervoicewasthick,anguished,andtearssuddenlyfilledhereyesasifshewasgrievingterriblyforthelossof...something....

           "It’snotyourimagination,"Aegwynnsaidgrimly."Ifeltit,too.Asforwhat—well,I’msurewe’llfindout."

           Sylvanasstartedasifthemammothdemoninfrontofherhadstruckher.Which,ofcourse,hewouldneverdaredo.Varimathrasnarrowedhisglowingeyes.

           "Mylady?Whatisit?"

           Him.

           Itwasalwayshim.

           Sylvanas’sglovedhandsclenchedandunclenched."Somethinghashappened.SomethingtodowiththeLichKing.I—feltit."Therewasnolongeralinkbetweenthem,atleastnotoneinwhichshewasunderhiscontrol.Butperhapssomethinglingered.Somethingthatwarnedher.

           "Weneedtostepupourplans,"shetoldVarimathras."Ibelievethattimehassuddenlybecomeapreciouscommodity."

           Forsolong,hehadfeltnothing.Hehadstayedonthethrone,immobile,waiting,dreaming.Theicehadcometocoverhimashesatstillasstone,butnotaprison,no,asecondskin.

           Hehadnotknownthenwhathewaswaitingfor,butnowhedid