EPILOGUE
I had stood, frozen in horror as Anub'Arak crashed through the ice and into the dark ocean. I could do nothing, powerless and helpless as he dropped to his doom.
After he had dropped, I finished off the banshees still under the ranger's controls. I then took back my forces into my ranks. Orders were given to them to search the ocean and shores. Three days of searches led to no result. The Crypt Lord and Dreadlord seemingly had disappeared somehow. Strangely, I felt…saddened by the loss of my…friend. I felt a fleeting feeling of freedom when he plunged into the waters.
Some research was done to my strange behavior, and I have discovered that I am free from the Lich King, Arthas' control. I, of course, still remain loyal to him. But now, I am granted with the ability to control my decisions.
So now, I wander into the forests. Where, I do not know. Why, I do not know. I just know that something can be done to ease my guilt and…feelings somewhere in this land, controlled by the Scourge alone now.
The icy cold waters broke as a figure emerged from its depths. The figure crawled weakly toward the shores, ever so slowly. As he shook off the numbness and regained some heat, his powerful wings opened up and flexed. Varimathras was alive…
So, it seems that my plan to wipe out the Scourge as a ploy to seem loyal to Sylvanas, and then assassinate her has gone awry. No matter; one Scourge commander is already destroyed. Once the second one is crushed, my full revenge for my brothers and I shall be complete. Watch your back, little lich…
He stood up fully erected, and gave a mighty roar against the crashing waves…