For the Lich King!

"I am the Cataclysm!"

Facing an allied army made up of countless races, including elves, orcs, dwarves, goblins, and dragons, Sauron sat high upon the Frozen Throne as a hundred billion undead troops poured out under his command.

Frost Wyrms, greater demons, seductive banshees, and every other powerful race brought death in their wake as they led the undead army across the battlefield.

Sylvanas Windrunner shot down a demigod with an arrow and gazed coldly and proudly toward the continent's alliance. "Everything will be conquered by the Scourge. Sister, opposing our king is a foolish decision."

"For the future of the entire continent!" Alleria Windrunner raised her banner.

"Wretches! Submit!"

Lich Kel'Thuzad shouted.

"For the Lich King!"

The alliance of the otherworldly continent could only watch in despair as an endless sea of undead soldiers surged toward them and swallowed everything in its path.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.