"Young heroes... I was once like you. You have come to this place seeking to bring judgement upon the damned. You will venture deep into forgotten lands. You will see wonders beyond imagining. But be warned. The land itself will rise up against you. Long forgotten terrors will smother your courage. Sacrifice everything as the final darkness falls... in the end, all that awaits you is death. Only then will you understand - you've been following in my footsteps all along. So come then, you heroes! Come in all your power and glory! For in the final hour, all must serve the One... True... KING."

The Lich King's dark armored visage, remained encased inside the frozen throne, as counciousness slowly came back to him, he was no longer Nerzhul, he was no longer Arthas, he was the Lich King, After the Lich King went into hibernation atop his throne again for several years, before finally returning to wreak havoc on Azeroth with a newly revitalized Scourge army.

The ice casing cracked, and bursted out, the white hair threads that waved with the cold winds of Northrend flutter from beneath the helm of domination, those spectral blue eyes that glowed in the darken gaze, with a tight grip, he got up from the throne, his dark cape waved behind his back, he pulled Frostmourne and tighten his hold, slowly walking as the undead of the scourge roared, clamoring at their monarch, now prepared to lay waste to Azeroth.

The Lich King spoke with the spectral voice of Arthas.

"The time is right..." he raised Frostmourne, every ghoul, roared and prepared for the invasion to all the kingdoms of Azeroth.