Sylvanas Windrunner

The icy winds howl around her as she stand upon Icecrown Citadel's precipice. The shards from shattered Helm of Domination litter ground beneath her feet, as suddenly from a shard of ancient prismatic stone, flew out the last ancient soul, but it did not fly away, it fell to the ground and began to grow bones, tissues, joints, organs and skin, it was outwardly human, beautiful and dead pale, with golden eyes With a smirk on her cold visage and burning anger behind those crimson eyes but with avid interest she was examining and valuing this creature So, you showed up here to observe history unfold? Or do you have any deluded notions about commending me for liberating our world and your Soul in particular from Lich Crown's tyrannical reign and those behind it? Stand strong because when Death claims us all soon enough; it won't distinguish between heroes or cowards! thinking over her next clever move, she looks at him with interest, he will quite play his part for her, even more