"Die?"
"I hail from the realm of death. I am the King of Death!"
"In the world of death, there is no light, and there is no darkness."
"Death is merely one's final destination."
Arthas slowly drew his longsword. A white flame with no heat ignited along its blade.
This was soul-scorching fire, a weapon that burns souls—one of Arthas's most prized abilities.
"Welcome to my death domain. Here is where the sleepers come to rest!"
The surrounding world changed, reduced to a vast emptiness.
Within this domain, countless shadows and illusions flickered.
The only tangible realities were Arthas himself, a slime molds broodmother, and three broodmother counterparts.
A layer of bone armor materialized around Arthas. There were no elaborate ornaments—just stark, exposed white bone.
Then, from the shadows behind him, a massive body of faith stepped forth.
"Fuzz-Bubble World!"