Jun 29
In the snows of Northrend, at the foot of the Icecrown, northerly winds disturb the waters. The ice cracks and rumbles like an ancient beast.
A little time has passed. At all. Compared to the awakening of a Lich, it's only a brief moment.
And there, almost at the bottom, in the darkness of the depths...
...the lights of someone else's eyes are shining in an undead alien body.