Frost Nova

At the sight of Arthas's move, no one thought he was insane or weakening himself. On the contrary, they knew he must have something even more powerful waiting for them. Soraka could clearly feel the immense magic coming from the other end of the magical link. Though she was constantly absorbing Arthas's magic, the amount she took was no more than a drop in the ocean to him—perhaps even less than Frostmourne restored for him.

"Careful! His magic is still increasing!"

Soraka didn't need to warn them. After their brief exchange, everyone could clearly sense that Arthas was even stronger than they had anticipated. How could these battle-hardened fighters not be on their guard against such a formidable enemy?

Meanwhile, the dozen or so skeletal shield warriors didn't collapse when their heads were cut off. Arthas rode Invincible into the air, and the skeletal warriors flew toward him as if drawn to a magnet. Their bones continuously broke apart and reassembled. In the blink of an eye, they had formed a massive skeleton centered around Arthas. The heads that had just been severed now rested atop the giant skeleton like a crown. The greatsword in its hand had been formed around Frostmourne, making it a gigantic version of the blade.

The first thing the giant skeleton did once it had formed was swing its sword at the spot where Kael'thas stood.

"Frost Nova!"

A tremendous wave of cold swept through the air, so powerful it seemed almost tangible. Everywhere it passed, a thick layer of frost formed on the ground.

No one dared underestimate the cold. The two rangers didn't try to show off; this wasn't the kind of situation they were best equipped to handle. Sylvanas and Hoxbyr pulled the arrows they hadn't used from the ground, then quickly