Arthas looked at the body on the ground and spit on it.
‘’Weakling..’’ he mumbled as he turned away from Illidan’s body.
He looked up and saw the massive mountain where the Lich King was imprisoned in.
Leaving Illidan behind, he entered the mountain and followed the stairs…
He knew what he had to do, freeing the Lich King. He had to become the most dreaded person on Azeroth itself.
Then, the voices appeared, of Muradin, of his father, of Uther. They haunted him, filling his head with quotes and messages from the past.
For a moment he stopped.
Could he return now? Could he simply go back? Should he give the spirits peace?
He looked up at the massive Frozen Throne that could be seen from his position.
And suddenly he was reminded again of why he was here, what he would do.
He ignored their voices and walked on, on the stairway.
The voices kept getting stronger and louder, booming and powerful.
However, even they couldn’t stop Arthas as he kept walking, never stopping.
Finally, he stood in front of the Frozen Throne. It looked massive and from an other world.
Then, the voice of Ner’zhul overpowered the other voices, and the earth shook for a moment, and even outside the Frozen Throne it could be heard and felt.
‘’Release me from my prison!’’ boomed the voice.
Arthas unsheathed Frostmourne and looked at the block of ice.
Then, with all his power, he swung Frostmourne against the Frozen Throne and it shattered into thousand and one pieces, all spread across the floor!
The armour of the Lich King rolled over the floor, but Arthas only picked up the helmet.
He held it above his head and closed his eyes as he put it on.
Once more, the great voice boomed; ‘’Now we are one!’’
The earth started to shake as he performed this action and the great mountain where the Lich King was imprisoned in started to collapse! Large blocks of stone started to fall and nobody could stop it. The Lich King opened his eyes and they were completely icy, unnatural and evil.
However, there was more…
In the mind of the Lich King two figures appeared, one of an Orc, and Arthas.
The Orc raised his hands and smiled, shouting; ‘’Now we are one! With your warrior skills and your body and with my intelligence we can become the mightiest of all Gods who lived on Azeroth! We shall destroy this world and become eternal rulers!’’
Arthas grinned and shook his head.
‘’You are wrong, Ner’zhul, because you see…’’
‘’We aren’t one, I am one!” he said as he swung Frostmourne into the image of the Orc, banishing him to the darkest depths of death itself, the element that Ner’zhul had mastered himself…