Far above the shattered mountains and the screaming tides of undead, beyond the collapsing sanctuary and the violent quakes splitting the earth apart, another scene unfolded in silence.
Hovering directly above the colossal gray barrier surrounding the entire region was a lone figure. He floated motionlessly like the Grim Reaper overlooking a field of corpses, for he was none other than the Undead Lich King.
His enormous skeletal frame was wrapped in layers of obsidian armor engraved with ancient death runes that pulsed like living veins. Behind his back, his tattered black cloak drifted soundlessly despite the violent storms of death aura raging everywhere below.
The fractured eclipse halo above his head rotated slowly, casting crimson-black shadows over the battlefield beneath him.
