In the frostbitten land of Northrend, standing atop a snow-capped mountain, surrounded by swirling clouds and the relentless chill of winter, I am the Lich King, Arthas Menethil. My armor, adorned with pauldrons and a menacing helmet, shimmers with a ghostly glow. My cloak billows in the wind, as my eyes, a piercing blue, stare into the distance. In my hand, I clutch the mighty Frostmourne, the sword that has turned my heart cold and brought death to countless souls. From this high vantage point, I survey my icy kingdom, and my gaze falls upon the cloudy sky, a fitting backdrop for a man who has cast aside his former life for power and domination.
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