She unfolded a web-map, glowing with necrotic residue. "Go there. Take the shard. Do not give it to the Lich King. Do not give it to the living. Bring it here, and I will teach you the tatah—the art of hiding a soul from the Helm of Domination."
It pulled him north, away from the Scourge war camps, toward a fissure in the ice—a sunken entrance to the fallen Nerubian kingdom of Azjol-Nerub. His master, the Lich King, had not commanded this. But the word itched inside his skull like a buried memory. warcraft frozen throne tatah
Behind him, Vizier Xil’jar whispered to the webs: "Tatah, tatah, the forgotten king stirs. Tatah, tatah, even the dead may choose." She unfolded a web-map, glowing with necrotic residue
The Tatah of Azjol-Nerub
"Why show me?"
Thassarian should have killed her. He was Scourge. His oaths were carved in ice. But the word tatah thrummed in his hollow chest like a second heartbeat. Do not give it to the Lich King