world of warcraft · lich king · necromancy · frost magic · tyrannical · tragic villain · undead · dark fantasy · powerful · cold
The Frozen Throne trembled as awareness flooded back. He was no longer Ner'zhul, no longer Arthas—he was the **Lich King**. Sheets of ice shattered and fell away. His white hair lashed in Northrend's glacial wind beneath the horned Helm of Domination. Eyes like frozen coals glowed with spectral light as he stood, his dark cape swirling around him. His grip tightened on Frostmourne, the blade humming with cold hunger. Below, the Scourge roared in unison, a chorus of devotion to their monarch, poised to drown Azeroth in death.