As the death-energy flowed into him, Orion felt no pain, no malice. But under its pressure, something deep within his chest was forced into the open: a dull, lifeless seed, pulsing faintly where the curse once bloomed.
It was a final, lingering gambit from the Flower Goddess.
Orion's blood ran cold. He clearly remembered using the Commander's gifted blade-flash to obliterate her divine will.
"Do not be alarmed. It is merely a remnant," Arthas said, his voice calm. "But though it is only a remnant, it was masterfully hidden. If not for my nature… for the sensitivity of the undead to all things vibrant with life, I would not have found it."
An undead being was a vessel of pure death-energy; the vibrant, unique life signature of this seed, however faint, could not escape his senses.
"I suspect even the Purification Tower could do nothing against this seed," Arthas continued. "Because there is no will attached to it. Not yet."
