[The fear, the struggle, the suffering--that's what this traitorous curse wants, that's what Koltira's plagued blood sings for. But it's not what Koltira wants, and, in truth, he's still been fighting against his actions the entire time. It's why he didn't simply impale Ashraf with Byfrost and watch him bleed out over the blade, or infect him with an agony-and-delirium inducing crypt fever.
He touches his forehead to Ashraf's chest, trembling. He must stop this. He must stop, even though it feels so good, ecstatic, even, and it's only reaching greater heights with each shudder of Ashraf's body. This was as the Lich King designed, how he controlled the people he forced into service and extinguished their sense of self. But he had a choice, goddammit.
Koltira takes hold of the ice chains, crushing them, destroying the spell, and they dissipate. He pulls away from Ashraf, still shaking violently. The glow from Byfrost diminishes, then blinks out.
Koltira sits, stares into the night sky, and does not move.]
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He touches his forehead to Ashraf's chest, trembling. He must stop this. He must stop, even though it feels so good, ecstatic, even, and it's only reaching greater heights with each shudder of Ashraf's body. This was as the Lich King designed, how he controlled the people he forced into service and extinguished their sense of self. But he had a choice, goddammit.
Koltira takes hold of the ice chains, crushing them, destroying the spell, and they dissipate. He pulls away from Ashraf, still shaking violently. The glow from Byfrost diminishes, then blinks out.
Koltira sits, stares into the night sky, and does not move.]