Anguish and hatred was painted clearly on Reo's face. He slowly stood, shaking in anger, and his skin morphed into a blue-ish tint. He grew taller and his muscles enlarged nearly three times their normal size. Two horns sprouted from his now dark black hair and bat-like wings seemed to unfold themselves from his back. His plate armor grew to fit this demonic form. "Zurilod," he rumbled in a low demonic tone. "Help me to destroy him."

Not even stirred by the horrid sight that had become Reo, I growled in compliance. Reo lunged towards the Puppet Master but another man appeared in front of him out of nothing.

It was a blood elf. His hair was a golden color and his eyes glowed a faint red. Underneath his left eye, four runes seemed to be burned into his skin. "Brother," he smirked.

"Saragos." Reo looked taken back. Yet another figure of Reo's past? And this time of his own blood.

"Did you miss me? Did you think I was dead?" The look on Saragos' face did not change. I could see the resemblance. Their sharp angular chins, high cheek bones, and glaring eyes matched.

Reo shrunk down to his blood elf form again. He did not even glance at Leviden's body as her blood conjealed on the icy stone floor beneath her.

"You see?" gloated the Puppet Master. "Yet another twist of your fate done by my hand!"

Saragos let out a sharp battle cry and leapt at Reo. "Take the other!" Reo yelled at me.

As Reo and Saragos faught, I turned toward the Puppet Master who grinned at me over his half-moon glasses. "They call me Dalion in this world." He held up his hands as fire spawned in his palms and I lunged at him.