"I found this place a century ago."
"Back then, I was a nobody. I didn't have the strength to compete for dominance here. I could only park an avatar in the shadows and siphon off a little Soul Power."
Orion remained silent, listening intently. There was always wisdom to be found in the history of power.
"After I ascended to Arch Lord, I carved out a slice of territory. I became a minor warlord here," Arthas continued, his voice echoing against the volcanic rock. "When I hit Demigod, I expanded. I finally had a voice at the table."
"Then, about fifteen years ago, the ruling Lord of Hell for this domain ascended to a higher dimensional Hell. He left the throne empty."
Arthas paused, turning to face the group, the weight of his plan hanging heavy in the sulfurous air.
"That was right around the time I acquired the World Dragon Egg from you."
"And that gave me an insane idea."
