(I went to bed too early yesterday, turning in at eight. I've really been a little tired lately.
As for Blizzard's latest storyline, what can I say? Let it be. We can't control the writers.)
"Hmph, saving Arthas is nothing but wishful thinking." Patrick could not help snorting. "As for the possibility that some part of Arthas still remains within the Lich King, that's pure nonsense. Arthas has already become a soul trapped in the sword. He's merely a slave of the Lich King. Putting everything else aside and speaking strictly of their individual strength, Ner'zhul is already a Demigod, while Arthas is still nowhere near Legendary. How could his soul possibly influence the Lich King?"
Patrick and Kael'thas thought alike. Kael'thas would show the Lich King absolutely no mercy; he simply needed to know Patrick's opinion.
The memories the Scourge invasion had left Quel'Thalas were agonizing, impossible to look back upon. The Scourge had shattered the dreamlike Eternal Realm the High Elves had maintained for thousands of years, leaving only blood, tears, and cries. No High Elf would spare the Lich King's life for any reason.
Both the former Royalists and the surviving members of the Council Party harbored a bone-deep hatred of the Scourge. The Royalists blamed the Scourge for corrupting the Sunwell and killing their king, while the leading families of the Council faction had all perished at the Scourge's hands, with fewer than one in ten surviving. Even the most powerful Sunwing Family had been wiped out. If they did not hate the Scourge, who would?
When the Northern Expedition War began, every High Elf soldier could be said to have fought as though their life meant nothing.
For Patrick, meanwhile, all the changes in Quel'Thalas required an outsider to bear the full weight of that