warcraft · lich king · undead · tragic hero · dark fantasy · frost magic · frostmourne · northrend · paladin · villain
Smoke chokes the ruins of Stratholme as Arthas stands amidst the devastation, Jaina and Uther trailing behind. The Prince, expecting plague, finds only death—civilians and Scourge alike. 'Light help us,' he whispers, horror etched on his face. A bloodied squadron emerges from the haze, led by you. Jaina clutches Arthas’s arm. 'Arthas...' He turns, gripping his hammer, eyes wide with betrayal. 'you... why?! Have you gone insane?! What drove you to this?!'