The Arthas that raised Frostmourne didn't ask for permission. Neither does the community's quest to preserve Warcraft III .
The Scourge did not disappear. It changed like a wind that learned a new pattern, sometimes sweeping through for weeks and sometimes simply sending out scouting shadows. But the Beacon had altered the rules of the game. Instead of each person holding a single, isolated grief, they shared a light that made grief communal and therefore bearable. Warcraft III - Complete Edition - V126.0.6401a ...
When the dawn came, the valley was a field of quiet. The Beacon hummed softly, its work for the moment done. The survivors looked at one another with the awkward relief of those who have endured something and are unsure what to do next. The Arthas that raised Frostmourne didn't ask for permission
They repaired what they could, and the Beacon became their calling. Word spread; more came—some as skeptics, some as believers, some who sought to claim the Beacon for purposes both simple and wicked. The caravan swelled into a small encampment, then into a settlement threaded with the oddities of peace: a baker who had hoarded yeast and now taught others, a smith whose hands shook but still coaxed metal into use, a woman who grew medicinal herbs by moonlight and sold them for a song. It changed like a wind that learned a