The Hero's Final Curtain

As he watched Arthas charging toward him, Uther planted his warhammer beside him, then folded his hands before his chest and began to pray.

"Teacher, I know you didn't want these creatures to come to Azeroth. But compared to the hardships humanity faces now, the trouble they'll bring is insignificant. So, teacher, I'm sorry. I have to go against your final wish."

When he finished speaking, a song began to rise from Uther's lips. It sounded solemn and dignified, yet kind and warm. The human soldiers who heard it felt comforted, as though they had returned to their mothers' arms.

Holy Light spread out from Uther, enveloping everything within twenty meters. Arthas saw the change, of course, but he didn't care. Frostmourne was the source of his confidence. As long as he held it, he felt invincible.

Uther's song was brief, and soon it ended. When it did, five women stood beside him. They wore white veils, had wings on their backs, and were beautiful, their eyes closed. Their long hair flowed freely, and they were barefoot, each holding a longsword. The moment they appeared, every human's gaze was drawn to them.

"Enchantment?!"

A chill emanated from Frostmourne, snapping Arthas out of his daze. He frowned as he studied the creatures, who looked much like the Valkyr. Not only did they wield enchantment magic, they could even affect him.

Arthas drew closer. When he was only fifty meters from the human camp, the women opened their eyes.

"Sinful one, who has forsaken the Holy Light! Face Heaven's judgment!"

The five women shot toward Arthas like arrows. He thrust out his sword, and one of them collided with him before crashing to the ground.

"Heaven? I've never believed in any such place!"

"Xinzhi!"

The woman on the ground slowly turned into