Varian did not respond to these threads of thought, which were clearly instructions issued long ago by the mysterious voice, an echo reverberating in the mind.
He walked straight to the corpse of Borelius, aimed for Borelius's forehead, and plunged his sword blade into it forcefully.
Varian (Storm Prince): "Rise again, King of the White Dragons, rise again Borelius, in the name of Frostmourne, I call your soul back from the shores of death, rise again!"
A stream of blue nether fire quickly ignited in Borelius's eyes, the flames rapidly spread, filling the dried veins and connecting the shattered shell.
Boom! The white dragon's claw slowly lifted, leaving a huge crack in the ground mere meters in front of Varian, but he paid no mind, focused on pouring the Power of Death into Borelius's carcass.
