Means

"You've truly fallen beyond redemption, Arthas. You'd even hand over your former homeland?"

"Ha! This is an age where strength reigns supreme, Kael'thas. As long as you're powerful enough, you can influence the entire world. Your horizons are still too narrow. So, what do you say, Kael'thas? Join the Scourge and grow stronger."

"Hmph, Arthas. Don't assume everyone is like you. You betrayed your homeland and your people. What's the difference between living like that and being dead?!"

"Then there's nothing more to discuss."

As soon as the words left his mouth, two sharp arrows sliced through the air toward Arthas's face. Behind him, a dagger glowing with a faint light thrust toward his waist.

Attacked from both sides, Arthas should have been trapped with no way out. But he showed no sign of panic. A ghostly light blazed in his eyes as he raised Frostmourne and swung it forward. With two metallic clangs, the arrows fell to the ground. Then Arthas slapped his left hand backward, sending a wave of cold toward Virales, who was attacking him. Virales couldn't retreat in time; by the time he reached safety, his entire right arm had frozen solid.

In the blink of an eye, Arthas had escaped his predicament. Unfortunately, there weren't just three people involved in this operation.

As Arthas dealt with the arrows and Virales, a cerulean chain of energy had already wrapped around him. Once it caught him, Arthas could clearly feel the magic within him steadily draining away.

Next, the Starcaller Caponia raised her staff. Three enormous rings of light, each a different color, spread from her across the entire island. Kael'thas's side naturally felt their strength increase, while Arthas felt his own power diminish.

At the same time, Baron Sagunar and Salar'lorien the Dawnseeker, two exceptionally powerful