Артас: Возвышение короля-лича

           Hedrewbreathtospeakinahaltingvoice,theeffortobviouslytaxinghim.

           "Youhavenot—yetwonhim.AndIwill—proveittoyou."

           "Youareasfoolishasyouarestubborn,"theorcgrowled."Thatbattlewaswonlongago."

           Theman’shandstightenedonthearmsofhischairashelistenedtobothofthem.Thishadbeenarecurringdreamoverthelastfewyears;hefounditnowmoretiresomethanentertaining."Igrowwearyofthestruggle.Letusendthisonceandforall."

           Theorcleeredattheboy,hisskull-facegrinninghideously.Theboycoughedagain,butdidnotquailfromtheorc’sregard.Slowly,withdignity,hestraightened,hismilkyeyesdartingfromtheorctotheman.

           "Yes,"theorcsaid,"thisservesnothing.Soonitwillbetimetoawaken.Awaken,andmoveforwardintothisworldoncemore."Heturnedtotheman,hiseyesgleaming."Walkagainthepathyouhavetaken."

           Theskullseemedtodetachitselffromhisface,hoveringaboveitlikeanotherentity,andtheroomchangedwithitsmovement.Thecarvedsconcesthatamomentbeforeweresimplewoodendragonsundulatedandrippled,comingtolife,thetorchesintheirmouthsflaringandcastinggrotesquedancingshadowsastheyshooktheirheads.Thewindscreamedoutsideandthedoortothehallslammedopen.Snowwhirledaboutthethreefigures.Themanspreadhisarmsandletthefreezingwindwrapabouthimlikeacloak