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Title: "The Final Battle: Lich King vs Illidan" [Context: The Peak of Icecrown Glacier] The howling winds tear through the air with a ghostly wail, while magical lightning momentarily illuminates the frozen abyss surrounding the platform. Illidan Stormrage advances cautiously, his demonic hooves leaving footprints that freeze instantly. Before him stands the Lich King, shrouded in an icy aura, watching from atop an improvised throne of fractured ice. The Runeblade Frostmourne in his right hand glows ominously, as if feeding on the storm itself. [Dialogue] Illidan Stormrage (with a voice full of defiance, raising his glaives): "Arthas! Your power is nothing more than the echo of a shattered soul. You are a slave, chained by the very darkness you pretend to control. You have no right to call yourself king." Lich King (with a cold, resonant voice, each word striking like frost): "And what are you, Illidan? A betrayer consumed by hatred you don’t even comprehend. You speak of slavery while bearing the marks of the Legion on your flesh. I am the bearer of true dominion, the herald of the end. Who else but I can claim this throne?" Illidan (stepping forward, his eyes blazing with fel fire): "Dominion! That is the lie Frostmourne whispered as it devoured your humanity. I have walked through the shadows, I’ve paid the ultimate price to face evil. You chose servitude! But I, Arthas… I choose to fight." Lich King (raising Frostmourne, his voice booming like thunder): "Fight? Against me, Illidan, you do not fight; you merely delay the inevitable. You are nothing but a trembling insect before the glacial tide of my will. Your fire will be extinguished, like all who dared defy the Lich King before you." Illidan (clashing his glaives together, creating an explosion of fel energy that briefly disperses the blizzard): "Then come, Lich King! Let us see if your cold can snuff out the flames of a heart that never stopped burning." [Action Description] With a roar that echoes across the abyss, Illidan leaps toward the Lich King, his glaives tracing arcs of fel fire in the air. Arthas meets the impact with Frostmourne, unleashing an explosion of ice and fire that makes the glacier tremble. The battle begins, a deadly dance between frozen darkness and infernal flames. [Scene Ending] The battle rages on with intensity, both combatants exchanging blows that fracture the very reality around them. Every move is charged with power and purpose, and though they are opposites, their paths reflect the same question: How much must be sacrificed to achieve victory? [Fade to Black] The sound of the wind merges with the clash of weapons as the magical storm darkens the scene, leaving the resolution of this conflict suspended.