With a sigh, Orion moved to Leonidas's side, and together, they stood behind Arthas like disciplined soldiers.
A cold light flickered in Arthas's eyes, a light that seemed capable of freezing the very soul. He reached out and gripped his greatsword of bone. The runes etched upon it flared, and a ball of ghostly green fire ignited along the blade, lending his already formidable presence a deeply sinister air.
"You. Die."
Arthas spoke the words calmly, but his voice carried the crushing weight of a thousand crypts. In that moment, Orion could almost hear the whispers and howls of countless undead spirits swirling around their king, an aura of infinite dread and darkness made manifest.
The sky above them filled with spectral, phantasmal shapes, all bowing in silent homage to the Skeleton King.
