Light of Dawn

"Bow before your king!" Lich King Arthas shouted dominantly. Tangible frost and death energy surged around him, and with one powerful strike, he sent the two Highlord paladins flying back.

Having fused with the Lich King, Arthas now possessed power comparable to that of a god. He stood among Azeroth's strongest individuals, and the two Highlord paladins were no match for the current Lich King Arthas.

Shards of ice pierced the two Highlord paladins' armor, and blood slowly flowed out.

Just as Lich King Arthas was about to press his attack, a powerful Holy Light punishment shot toward him. Even with his current strength, he could not take that blow head-on, so he chose to block it with Frostmourne.

Calia Menethil, wielding the priest artifact Light's Wrath, had unleashed that attack. As an artifact fanatically forged by the Scarlet Crusade, Light's Wrath's enhancement was no less than Ashbringer's, allowing Calia Menethil to threaten Lich King Arthas.

Feeling the immense power contained in that strike, Lich King Arthas could not help but appraise her. "It seems that over the years, you haven't just been hiding like a cat with its tail tucked between its legs. At least you've improved somewhat."

"Of course, Arthas. I had a very good mentor," Calia Menethil replied directly, without retreating an inch.

Hearing that she had received a mentor's help made Lich King Arthas curious. What priest on Azeroth could still be this powerful?

Before he could finish thinking, that powerful figure stepped out on his own. He wore immaculate, sacred priestly robes, but his face was devoid of life and even covered in corpse spots, while his eyes were entirely white.

"Arthas, you father-slaying, kingdom-destroying wretch, you dare return here again? The Holy Light will punish you!" Alonsus Faol, in undead form, directly rebuked Lich