Where's my Winter's Veil present, godson
And roar, dear heart;;
A mirthless depravity that raked at his very psyche, crushing the clamoring torment of thousands into a single, reverberating tone - those wailing souls he could see as clear as their bloody future, shrieking and clawing at his light, begging him for release. The irony was, he had been far too intimate with the concepts before him from another source, so that he almost laughed, as soon as the familiar crushing weight sauntered up from the depths behind him, chilling the already frigid air to a standstill.
There was no room within Stormwind’s cemeteries for the fallen, and thus, they had to bury many on sanctified ground further from the city - he had come to visit, to apologize, for those he could not save, especially during a time when they should have been reveling with their families.
“Would it be considered a gift not to retaliate to your presence, here? If not… I apologize, you’ll have to make due with my well-wishes, for the time being.”
It wasn’t as though he had no concern within him, and the idle threat meant very little in the face of Death - of course, he had confidence in his own faith and prowess… but… he truly doubted the fallen God would make himself known just to end a single human king’s life.
The smile offered when he finally dredged the will to face the onslaught of antithesis was almost genuine, if not for the obvious crack in the boy’s youthful tone, he could almost seem pleased to see the incarnation of despair.
“Was there something particular you were hoping for?”
;;For that PEACE you seek is still so far