Leviden snapped her head towards me. Her purple eyes gleamed and searched my face. "Hello, mortal. I am Leviden." I bowed my head at her out of respect. She stood quickly without help from Reo and looked down at her pure white robe. A sneer of disgust came from her dark lips and touched her robe which turned black.

"I thought you were dead," Reo muttered.

"The orcs in Draenor saved me," Leviden said.

"The orcs would help a demon?" I asked. Orcs and demon had a long history with each other in the Outlands.

"A demon?" she snorted. "I shape-shifted into one of the beasts when Reo killed me."

"You see, I was forced to kill her very much like how you killed your wife. Kil'Jaeden made us destroy our weaknesses: children, wives, family members," Reo stared down at the floor.

I had never given much thought to Reo's past. I knew he was a demon and had done his share in Kil'Jaeden's wrath. But I had not known he had killed his beloved. A twang of sadness hit my heart.

Suddenly, somethring crashed through the roof of the meeting room and slammed to the floor between Reo and Leviden in a heep. "Darin," Reo hissed.