Icecrown Glacier, the Frozen Throne.
After many years, the pitch-black clouds surrounding the glacier finally began to disperse. The throne, which reached into the highest clouds, was the first to be bathed in sunlight.
Thin strands of sunlight penetrated the cracks around the ice coffin, searing the soul of the Lich King, Ner'zhul.
To cast out that artifact, Ner'zhul had widened the cracks in his ice coffin as far as possible. His ruined body had fused completely with necrotic energy, making blazing light the thing he dreaded most.
Ner'zhul could not understand Kil'jaeden's thinking. The mighty Undead Scourge was enough to destroy all of Azeroth.
The Burning Legion needed only to provide a little assistance to accomplish its plan to conquer Azeroth.
Yet Kil'jaeden had never treated Ner'zhul and the Undead Scourge as a legitimate arm of the Burning Legion, merely as a pawn.
That inherent distrust had forced Ner'zhul to seek his own way out.
Arthas had been part of Ner'zhul's plan, but the arrival of the Nathrezim had now disrupted it.
Those Legion spies, their heads filled with treacherous schemes, were also plotting around Arthas on the Legion's behalf.
Given the current course of the war in Kul Tiras, the Scourge had clearly been forced onto the defensive.
To resurrect Anub'arak, Ner'zhul had sacrificed another portion of his power. His condition was now abnormal, and even the glacier's natural environment had slipped beyond his control.
Moreover, Ner'zhul kept feeling that temperatures in the north were slowly rising.
Northrend lay in the far north. Azeroth and the former Draenor were both irregular spheres.
Across most regions of those planets, each year had four distinct seasons.
In life, Ner'zhul had been the chieftain of the Shadowmoon Clan. He had devoted his entire life to drawing power from the stars.
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