"Tell them that the Lich King is dead....and Bolvar Fordragon...died with him!" Tirion Fordring nodded. He watched as the Frozen Throne was encased in a tomb of ice. "Bolvar's Tomb.", thought Tirion grimly. "Now, go! Leave this place, and never return!" Tirion turned his back on the throne and picked up the Ashbringer. He slowly began to walk out of the Throne room and onto the balcony. Night had fallen on Icecrown. The remaining forces of the Alliance, Horde, and Ashen Verdict were still gathered at the foot of the citadel, mainly to return to their bases. In the sky, red dragons flew.