The Demon Illidan

Illidan had risen to his feet, and he no longer looked anything like a Night Elf. A pair of demonic wings had sprouted from his back, curved horns had grown from his forehead, and his legs had become cloven hooves. Even the azure tattoos carved across his body now glowed green. Perhaps Illidan was destined to have dealings with this particular shade of green.

" Lich King! Get out here!"

Illidan swept his twin blades behind him and shot toward the Frozen Throne at the glacier's summit like an arrow. Wherever his hooves touched, they left behind patches of ink-blue flame, flickering in the wind and snow as if they might go out at any moment, yet continuing to burn with stubborn determination.

"Illidan Stormrage, did you know that Kil'jaeden's minions had already told me you were coming?

"You're nothing but a pawn in their hands, a pawn they can toy with and manipulate as they please!"

"Hmph! No matter what you say, it won't change the fact that you'll be sleeping here forever by the end of today!"

"Hmph. Anyone can talk big. How many can actually follow through? If you've got what it takes, come and try!"

No one heard Illidan and the Lich King speak, for they were communicating through their souls. Having transformed into a demon, Illidan had begun to touch upon this mysterious realm. His soul had also been greatly strengthened by his demonic body.

With his newly strengthened soul, Illidan could clearly sense the powerful spirit within the Frozen Throne, shining as brightly as the moon in the sky. Though the throne bound it, that mighty soul still commanded attention.

But Illidan wasn't afraid in the slightest. The Eye of Sargeras had given him not only a demonic body, but also a weapon that