Northrend - Ice Crown Citadel
Arthas Menthril now exists only in the past. Only The Lich King Remains Sitting on top of the Frozen Throne.
The Coldness of Northrend feasts of the soul of the lost. As the Lich King watches the alliance and horde batter the closed entrance of the dark soulless Compound.
"IT IS TIME MY SON YOUR REIGN AT LONG LAST WILL BE TESTED BY THE LIGHTS MY SON PREPARE YOUR DEFENSES FOR JUSTICE HAS COME TO YOUR GATE.
The whispers of a old damned not just any Soul of the First Frostmorne Terenas Methril the king of lorderon. Arthas father.
"SILENCE SERVE ME NOW.I WILL MAKE THESE SO-CALLED CHAMPIONS OF THE LIGHT INTO MY DARK SERVENTS AND BRING THIS WORLD TO ITS KNEES."
Arthas watches as the outer doorway to his dark citadel finally cracks and alliance and horde swarm in.
On the Surface far above the Frozen Throne
Tiring ForeRing "Come Now Brothers and sisters Slaughter these undead and bring justice to the slain"
Thousand apon thousand of Argent Dawn Soldiers Swarm into the Upper Entrance Chamber of the Ice Crown Citadel. One by one the undead become a flamed and
fall as the chamber is secured for both the alliance and the horde.
Down Below - In the Chamber of Remembrance
The Unholy Lord of the undead walks slowly to a ancient sealed door. With one wave of his cold and soulless hand the door slowly creaks open to reveal Frostmorne.
The Weapon of Darkness created long ago by a Dark Unknown Force. The Sword of Conquering Souls. The Soul Stealer. Only this unholy foul weapon belongs to the
one being The Lich King. As Arthas stands and watches with a ever moving eye. Voices of the past begin to Haunt the Once Proud prince of Lorderon.
" So Traitor how does it feel.. At last the last of Silver Hand has come forth out of exile to deliver Justice apon one of its own.
This was No a ordinary Soul.. It was the voice of a mentor.. voice of the Light bringer.
The Voice of the light bringer taunts Arthas mercilessly.
"IT Matters not slave. Once the champions of light are Destroyed i will remake them into my image and turn these souls into a dark force which the world hasn't seen before.. even the aspects will not challenge my will of domination of this world."
Arthas Mad Laughter fills the chamber as the voice fades away. Arthas reaches for the Sword and the voices fade. Arthas picks the cold soulless sword up and declares
"Come now ye Heroes Frostmorne Hungers"
As The Lich King walks away the ancient door to the Room Closes and Everything goes black.