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Athera fell into darkness. The world was blanketed by it. No light from the moon could be seen, the stars glimmering was muted, even the faint glow from candle light seemed to be enveloped in darkness. The light, like the hope, was taken away and in that moment the cold came. On winds long since forgotten an icy chill blew over Atherea. Trees took on a hint of frost. Animals shivered in the unnatural cold. Mother's held their children in fear as they tried to keep them warm. On the Island home of the Black Anvil voices could be heard rising up from the ground. Fissures formed and from the fissures blue light ebbed out of it. It was from these cracks that the voices radiated. The Chorus of the Damned. Chanting hauntingly out they sang the praises of the return of their hellish master. The ancient blade Frostmourne began to hum with power before levitating out of Inglip's hands. Frostmourne floated before him as the song of the dead grew louder and more frantic. It was as if the drums from the center of the world were beating out the triumphant return of its master all from the mouths of the dead. Frigid darkness formed into the forge and began swirling around the blade. At first it was little more than a writhing mass of dark essence but soon the essence took form. Hands reached out of the darkness gloved in magnificent deathly gauntlets. Booted feet followed stepping foot for the first time in a hundred years on the surface of Atherea. The body followed and the whole of the dark and terrible armor was on full display as the hands grasped the ancient blade. Last was the head of the Dark Lord to form itself from the frigid darkness. The haunting helm of the King of the Dead was a terrifying sight to behold as his eyes glew brightly with blue, smokey light. The God of Death, Master of Darkness, Essence of Evil had returned to Athera. Arktorius Malakath raised his mighty sword high in exhalation as the chants of the undead reached their climax. Children wailed in fear as the voices of the dead filled their ears. Women fell to their trembling knees as tears streamed down their cheeks while the haunting tribute overwhelmed them. Men screamed out in terror as they cupped their hands over their ears in their feeble attempts to drown out the haunting song. Pure terror gripped tight the hearts of all those on Atherea as Arktorius Malakath returned to the world. The Death God breathed deep the air of Atherea with long awaited ecstasy. The Black Soul of the Void allowed the maddening terror to hold firm for a few more delicious moments before he allowed it to dissipate and the world to return to normal. Fed by the countless souls of those who have perished during his absence his power returned to him quickly as he stood there in all his unholy magnificence.

"And so, the cold of the void returns to bring death to the world of the living. Quake in fear mortals for the God of the Underworld has returned."

The demonic sound of his ghostly voice reached the ears of every being on Atherea and in that moment, fear reigned supreme.